This page contains a list of situational dialogue and conversations Amund has with other characters in Dragon Age: Inquisition and Dragon Age: Inquisition multiplayer.
Amund's remarks[]
- (Upon killing an enemy) For the greater good!
- (Entering a new zone) I say we charge in and spill their innards for the birds!
- (Low health) Fight on without me!
- (Low health) Lady of the Skies, judge me worthy!
- (Low health) My wounds are nothing. Let us continue.
- (Low health) Doe anyone have a poultice?
- (Low health) Ah, this should make an excellent battle scar.
- (Revived) Hah! I live to fight once more!
- (Revived) Friend, you and I shall live to destroy many foes this day!
- (Revived) My thanks, friend.
- (Revived) (laughs) I live to fight once more!
- (Fallen) That didn't go well.
- (Fallen) Why is everything all wibbly and grey?
- (Fallen) Don't do that! Strike the other one! The other one!
- (Reviving someone) On your feet friend, we have battles yet to face!
- (Friend fallen) No-one strikes my comrades down, fiend!
- (In between zones) Why do we wait? Let us strike down our enemies for the glory of the gods!
- (During battle) They fall before us!
- (During battle) The gods favor us!
- (Seeing something) Look there!
- (Seeing something) By Korth's stony arse, would you look at this?
- (Opening chest) By all the gods...
- (Idle) Did anyone bring food?
- (Idle) I mislike this idleness. It leaves too much time for sober reflection.
- (Idle) Should I have worn more goat horns? I feel I am not fearsome enough.
- Rites to the gods, mending for the bleeding, a dagger for the dying.
Amund and Vivienne[]
- Amund: "I'm talking about the Lady of the Skies. Do you not know her? Can't you see the warnings she writes through the bird flocks in the air?"
- Vivienne: "Preposterous superstition."
- Amund: "Preposterous is what you wore to a bog, Orlesian."
Amund and Solas[]
- Amund: "I'm talking about the Lady of the Skies. Do you not know her? Can't you see the warnings she writes through the bird flocks in the air?"
- Solas: "Interesting, how widely Fereldan beliefs diverge."
- Amund: "Call me Fereldan again, elf, and see how far you get."
Amund and Dorian[]
- Amund: "I'm talking about the Lady of the Skies. Do you not know her? Can't you see the warnings she writes through the bird flocks in the air?"
- Dorian: You use the patterns of flocking birds as an augury, then?
- Amund: We don't "use" them. They're sent. You see it, or you don't.
Amund and another Amund[]
- Amund: I’m reminded of a battle I fought during a snowstorm on a glacier. This isn’t much like that.
- Other Amund: Have you gone mad? It’s exactly like it! Open your eyes!
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- Amund: The Lady of the Skies led me to your Herald. What is Andraste the goddess of, anyway?
- Other Amund: It’s song, or something like it, isn’t it?
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- Amund: When we return victorious will have words with that tiny man Cabot about getting us real Avvar mead to celebrate.
- Other Amund: Truly. Lowlander ale tastes like goat piss.
Amund and Argent[]
- Argent: This is the first time I've worked for an organization like the Inquisition. It was always a person before.
- Amund: I served the Lady of the Sky before, as I do now. The world is not as changed as you imagine, lowlander.
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- Argent: When we’re through, perhaps the spymaster will turn me over to someone else.
- Amund: Which one is the spymaster? It’s all looking down at the tops of hoods to me.
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- Argent: I like birds. I had a parakeet. It was blue. And then it died.
- Amund: Budgerigars are sacred to the Lady. I think she likes the chirping.
Amund and Belinda Darrow[]
- Belinda: I met the Divine Justinia only once before she died. She was lovely.
- Amund: Is this Divine another god of yours, lowlander?
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- Belinda: I pray the Maker smiles on the Inquisition. Our cause is righteous!
- Amund: We serve the gods themselves, my tiny cheerful friend! We shall conquer in their names.
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- Belinda: I hope to stay and serve the Inquisition, once this war is over.
- Amund: If your god calls you, let no mortal stand in your way. Fight any fool who would deny your holy calling!
Amund and Cillian[]
- Cillian: I once dreamed of seeing places like this.
- Amund: Your dreams are strange indeed, little shiny elf.
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- Cillian: Did anyone try that ham they had at camp yesterday?
- Amund: Lowlanders don’t know how to cure meat properly. I would barely call that a ham.
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- Cillian: Being with the Inquisition has opened my eyes to how little I truly understood the world before.
- Amund: The world is full of mysteries, little friend.
Amund and Hall[]
- Hall: There are so many people in the world. I'm not used the lack of silence.
- Amund: Your hold must have been very dull indeed, my friend. No wonder the Lady lead you to us.
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- Hall: I wonder if I'll ever be able to go back to the life I had before.
- Amund: Why would you wish it? I could take you to join the Avvar instead!
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- Hall: So when we get back does anyone fancy a drink at the tavern? That’s what friends do, right?
- Amund: We will drink and sing songs of our victories until the gods themselves take notice!
Amund and Isabela[]
- Amund: I’m reminded of a battle I fought during a snowstorm on a glacier. This isn’t much like that.
- Isabela: Snowstorm on a glacier? The shrinkage must’ve been epic.
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- Amund: The Lady of the Skies led me to your Herald. What is Andraste the goddess of, anyway?
- Isabela: Fire! No, singing! Remorse? Really great hair. Ooh, ooh, I know. Marrying up.
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- Amund: When we return victorious, I will have words with that tiny man, Cabot, about getting us real Avvar mead to celebrate.
- Isabela: Ooh, I knew I liked you for more than just your size.
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- Isabela: Every time we find gold I think to myself: "Imagine the hats you could buy with this, Isabela!"
- Amund: Why do you need more? You’ve only the one head.
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- Isabela: Why do I always get myself into these messes when I could be on a beach, in the sun?
- Amund: Maybe your god will lead you to a beach next? It could happen!
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- Isabela: Looking good, sweet thing.
- Amund: To you as well, my hearty, stabby friend!
Amund and Katari[]
- Katari: This Inquisition must be desperate, recruiting the way they do. Just look at us!
- Amund: If the Lady of the Sky demands our service we would be fools to refuse.
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- Katari: Ever fought a wyvern? I did once. Sold the head for good money, too.
- Amund: Why would you sell it? Those are good eating!
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- Katari: I’ll be happy if I never see a demon again after this.
- Amund: Do you fear spirits, my horned friend? Whatever for?
Amund and Korbin[]
- Amund: The Lady of the Skies led me to your Herald. What is Andraste the goddess of, anyway?
- Korbin: I can't say that's ever happened to me.
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- Korbin: Once in the Deep Roads, I held off a group of darkspawn for two days.
- Amund: You should tell the tale again, tiny friend. It never gets dull!
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- Korbin: There’s so much life on the surface. If not for the Inquisition, I would never have experienced it.
- Amund: All of it is rendered to the Lady, in time.
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- Korbin: Once this is all over, I suppose I’ll have to return to the Deep Roads.
- Amund: Nothing is certain, tiny friend. The will of the gods can be strange indeed.
Amund and Luka[]
- Luka: Inquisition is such a funny word!
- Amund: Inquisition. Inquisition. Inquisition. Indeed you’re right, small warrior.
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- Luka: When I was trapped in the Vimmark Mountains, I ate lots of mushrooms.
- Amund: A have not heard of these mountains where mushrooms grow in such abundance, tiny friend. Tell me more.
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- Luka: I wonder if I could find that cave with the glowing lichen again – it was west of Ferelden.
- Amund: There’s a cave of glowing eyes in the Frostbacks. Hewn by Korth the Mountain-Father himself. It’s a bit dull.
Amund and Neria[]
- Neria: (gasps) I've never had my skills so tested in my life!
- Amund: We haven’t even done that much yet, little elf.
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- Neria: It will be a relief to return to my clan once all this is done.
- Amund: I would not return to my clan for anything. They’re in the north now, for some reason.
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- Neria: I never thought I would say this, but I’ve learned much from traveling with you all.
- Amund: It’s been a great journey, has it not, tiny elf friend?
Amund and Rion[]
- Rion: You know, this Inquisition? Isn’t as bad as I thought.
- Amund: We have the favour of the gods! One or two of them, at least.
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- Rion: When this is over, I hope we mages are given some freedom. After all, isn’t the point to change things?
- Amund: You lowlanders are strange. Why wait around to be given what you could have by leaving?
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- Rion: Well, how’s everyone doing today?
- Amund: It’s a fine day to do battle, little lowlander! Our deeds of war and valour shall be sung for ages to come!
Amund and Sidony[]
- Sidony: This is ridiculous. Why did I agree to come here?
- Amund: Courage, little cowardly friend. We shall emerge victorious.
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- Sidony: (Disgusted noise.)
- Amund: Take heart, sad little mage person. Think of the tales we shall tell if we survive.
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- Sidony: Once this is over, the spymaster promised to let me look at her library.
- Amund: It is an interesting sight to be sure. But for some reason entirely full of books!
Amund and Tamar[]
- Tamar: Your Chantry goes belly up, the Inquisition steps in. Always something to keep the same people in power.
- Amund: What’s a Chantry? Or an Inquisition?
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- Tamar: The last time I met a group of rebel mages, I let them live. One of them told a funny story.
- Amund: We shall give no quarter this day, friend. But perhaps we can tell tales of our own.
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- Tamar: If I survive, I’ll be free. The commander gave his word – I fight for him, and I get to live.
- Amund: Then let us find your battle to fight, friend!
Amund and Thornton[]
- Thornton: When the Breach first opened, I managed to evade demons by hiding in a snowdrift.
- Amund: Then you owe your life to Hakkon Wintersbreath, god of war and ice. You must repay it friend, for his wrath is terrible.
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- Thornton: Considering what we’re up against, I really hope the Inquisition knows what it’s doing.
- Amund: We read the signs the Lady sends us. She would not guide us wrong.
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- Thornton: If I survive this, maybe I’ll move to a cottage. Get a dog. And a vegetable garden.
- Amund: Get a birdhouse as well. Bluebirds carry the goodwill of the Lady.
Amund and Zither![]
- Amund: I’m reminded of a battle I fought during a snowstorm on a glacier. This isn’t much like that.
- Zither!: Who is your manager, friend? That is a terrible venue.
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- Amund: The Lady of the Skies led me to your Herald. What is Andraste the goddess of, anyway?
- Zither!: Andraste was the greatest singer in the history of art, alright? You can’t make light of that!
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- Amund: When we return victorious will have words with that tiny man Cabot about getting us real Avvar mead to celebrate.
- Zither!: I’ll try anything once. And then forget I did and try it again, because I will try anything. Once.
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- Zither!: After this, Val Royeaux? I know a place where you can be covered in gold leaf and then sanded. Who’s with me?
- Amund: I do not understand, my little drunken friend. What do they do with the leaves?
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- Zither!: This is just like that gig I played in Lydes. Except I’m sober, and nobody’s throwing their underclothes at me. Yet.
- Amund: If your enemies do battle with their underclothes, your wars must be interesting indeed!