《龙腾世纪：审判》多利安与全队友中文对话一览

多利安和塞拉（英）

Dorian: Where did you get all those arrows, Sera? You've got hundreds.

Sera: From your arse!

Dorian: Well my arse should open up a shop! Apparently it's quite prolific.

Dorian: Indulge me, Sera. What do you think of when I say "demon?"

Sera: Arrows.

Dorian: Fine. "Magister?"

Sera: Arrows.

Dorian: Not helpful. But given our history, I'll accept it. "Thaumaturgy?"

Sera: What?

Dorian: Magical endeavors. Helpful wonders.

Sera: Ohhh. Arrows.

Dorian: (Sighs.)

Dorian: I can't believe you're scared of magic, Sera. It's a gift as mundane to me as your bow to you. Surely you see there's nothing to fear in a properly used tool?

Sera: Tell that to all the "proper" mages wavin' their tools in peoples' faces.

Dorian: There's an image.

Sera: What about Coryphemus? How many "proper tools" does he have under him?

Varric: (if in party) Not hardly enough, if you ask me.

Sera: And the rebel mages? How many "proper tools" have they raised?

Dorian: That's not-- I don't think I can continue.

Sera: Right, well, I don't care how gifted you are. Don't cram it where it's not wanted.

Vivienne: (if in party) Maker, how does she not know?

Blackwall: (if in party) (Laughs)

Cole: (if in party) I'm lost.

Sera: What, Dorian? Stop looking at me.

Dorian: I'm wondering if familiarity would cure your suspicion of magic.

Sera: I don't need to be familiar with your tool.

Dorian: Please stop saying "tool," and consider how much magic can accomplish. There are benefits for you and everyone; as the Maker said, "magic exists to sere."

Sera: I don't care. I like you, Dorian. Don't ruin it.

Sera: Your Magisters. They all like Corphy-face?

Dorian: Not quite. Corypheus is one-of-a-kind. An original darkspawn, it turns out.

Sera: I mean, are the all crazy? Wanting to be gods? "Muahahaha!" like that?

Dorian: Oh, that. Not all of them, but enough.

Sera: And you let them live? Why?

Dorian: There's always more where they come from. Men like Corypheus aren't born, they're made.

(If the Inquisitor is in a romance with Dorian)

Sera: You and the Inquisitor, hey? What is that like? Jousting?

Dorian: Fewer horses, marginally. More cheering, definitely.

Sera: (Laughs) Nice.

Sera: You don't laugh like a Tevinter.

Dorian: How is a Tevinter supposed to laugh, exactly?

Sera: Cruel and stupid, like... (cackles.)

Dorian: Oh no. You're not allowed to laugh like that until you get your magister license.

Sera: Knew it! Varric owes me a sovereign.

(If Inquisitor is not in a romance with Iron Bull or Dorian)

Sera: (laughs)

Dorian: Something particularly funny?

Sera: You. And Bull. (laughs)

Dorian: I-I'm glad it amuses you, but what I get from my affairs is my affair.

Sera: I know what you get.

Sera: It's like falling through a tree into custard.

Sera: Too high! Wham! Too fast! Wham! Leaves! Wham! Splat!

Dorian: I'm not sure which is worse, the mockery or the accuracy.

Iron Bull: (if in party) Eh, depends how much rest the trees had.

Cole: (if in party)Leaves.

Varric: (if in party) Leaves?

(If Inquisitor is in a romance with Sera)

Dorian: I see you're having fun with your illustrious paramour.

Sera: What? Is it showing?

Dorian: (if Inquisitor is a mage) No! Ugh, no! I meant you appear to be enjoying your new relationship.

Dorian: You couldn't ask for a more personal introduction to magic.

Sera: She's different, so it doesn't matter.

Dorian: It's that simple?

Sera: Could be. Why not?

Dorian: (if Inquisitor is not a mage) I meant you appear to be enjoying your new relationship.

Sera: Then why didn't you say that?

Dorian: I did, in words you apparently don't understand.

Sera: What's the point of words you know, but others don't? Who would you say them to?

Dorian: Let me do us both a favor and retract the question.

Sera: Pity, because we're great. That's why I'm following her around with weirdies.

Sera: Demons! Flappy robes!

Dorian: Thieves! Dog stink!

Sera: Culty shits!

Dorian: Treacherous teyrns!

Sera: What? It's not a proper game of 'Your people are shit' if you make up words!

Dorian: Teyrn is a Fereldan title, beneath only the family of the king. I'd have expected you of all people to know that.

Sera: You're...well, that's...Smartasses!

Dorian: Too late! I believe that's my round.

Sera: Piss!

Dorian: I can't figure you out, Sera.

Sera: That's a surprise, innit?

Dorian: You just picked up a bow one day, and poof! Expert marksman! A veritable savant!

Sera: A what?

Dorian: A savant. A natural. Meaning you needed no training.

Sera: Not your business if I do or didn't. Like I don't ask if you "naturally" shoot fireballs out your arse, or just opinions.

Dorian: I'll... keep that in mind.