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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!
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