Nathaniel Howe's dialogue contains a list of the conversations that Nathaniel Howe shares with the other companions, in which they discuss each other's backgrounds, and their reactions to the game's events.
(Entering the Avvar Crypt for the first time) "My mother always forbade us from playing in the cellars. Now I know why."
(Upon entering Amaranthine) "They used to display the heads of traitors over that gate. I suppose my father is lucky his didn't end up there."
(When entering the Amaranthine market) "There was an old lady here who used to sell apples as big as my head. I think she was a witch."
(On the bridge in Knotwood Hills) "I fell down a flight of stairs once. They looked much like this particular set of stairs."
(Upon seeing "Interesting. A new form of darkspawn?"
the Children for the first time) (Upon finding the secret passage in Kal'Hirol) "This is a little too convenient, isn't it? I hope it isn't another trap."
(When walking inside Kal'Hirol Main Hall) "Ugh! I think the wall just slimed me!"
(When nearing large lyrium container in Kal'Hirol Trade Quarter) "This is that substance, lyrium, isn't it? I've never seen so much of it in one place."
(Kal'Hirol Lower Reaches, in the long hallway) "Is anyone else afraid of what we'll find at the end of this corridor?"
(Kal'Hirol's Lower Reaches, near the broodmother pit) "Those...those, er...tentacles. They can't get to us up here, can they?"
(When entering the Wending Wood upon seeing the wreaked caravan) "It's no wonder Mervis sounded desperate. The guild must be losing a great deal of money."
(At an overlook in the Wending Wood, near the suspicious camp.) "I'd forgotten how lovely the Wending Wood could be. I traveled the trade routes as a child, with my father."
(At burial pit in the Wending Wood) "These bodies were brought here. You can see drag marks—here and here. Someone was trying to...hide them."
(Initial remark when entering the Blackmarsh) "They say this marsh was once inhabited, until one day everyone disappeared."
(Past the old sign upon entering the Blackmarsh) "(Nervous humming)"
(When nearing the dragon bone head in the Blackmarsh) "When I was a child, I visited a traveling fair that had an entire dragon skeleton on exhibition."
(Near a Veil Tear in the Blackmarsh) "What is that? It looks like...something ghostly, almost like the Fade."
(First encounter with The Children) "Interesting. A new form of darkspawn?"
(After killing the Children a second time) "We have seen these darkspawn before."
(Near ruined house in the Blackmarsh) "I hear that one day the Blackmarsh was thriving, and the next everyone was just...gone."
(First entering "I'd like to know who this " The Blackmarsh Undying) Mother" is, and why she worked so hard to entrap us."
(On the path toward the village in The Blackmarsh Undying) "This...this must be what the village was like, before it was forgotten."
(Approaching the coffins in the first room of the Shadowy Crypt) "Ugh. That's not right!"
Anders: So you're a Howe?
Nathaniel: Do you have a point, Mage?
Anders: Hey, I'm fond of the Howes! I'm also fond of the Whys, the Whos and the Whats.
Nathaniel: How clever.
Anders: (Laughs) It's shameful how long it took me to come up with that.
Anders: You know, Nathaniel, you're just like me.
Nathaniel: Am I, now?
Anders: Everyone hates your family for something terrible they did, even though you weren't involved!
Nathaniel: I hope you have a point, Anders.
Anders: It's like you're a mage! If there were more Howes, they'd lock all of you up in a tower to protect everyone else!
Nathaniel: A thrilling analogy.
Nathaniel: I've thought about what you said, Anders. The comparison between my family and mages. It's idiotic. I am not about to transform into an abomination simply for being a Howe.
Anders: I didn't say it was a perfect analogy...
Nathaniel: Being a Howe also does not allow me to control your mind.
Anders: Kind of missing my point, aren't you?
Nathaniel: I am not a fan of over-simplifications.
Anders: Fine, fine. Your loss.
Nathaniel: You don't always wear robes, do you?
Anders: Not when I'm naked I don't.
Nathaniel: I mean when you run from the Circle. Robes would make you easy to spot.
Anders: So does the "I'm a mage!" sign around my neck. I like to make it easy for the templars.
Nathaniel: Ah, so that's how it's going to be.
Nathaniel: You seem rather attached to that cat, Anders.
Anders: It's more that he is rather attached to me. Isn't that right, Ser Pounce-a-lot?
Ser Pounce-a-lot: (Meow!)
Nathaniel: Isn't that name a little... ridiculous?
Anders: What do you think I should call him? Frederick?
Nathaniel: There are worse names, I suppose...
Nathaniel: How do the templars always find you, Anders?
Anders: Incredibly angry, that's how they find me.
Nathaniel: There must be some trick to it, surely.
Anders: They began recruiting women. The male templars never stopped to ask for directions.
Nathaniel: You're impossible to talk to.
Anders: I do my best!
Justice: So you are a thief?
Nathaniel: Who, me? Not by profession, my friend.
Justice: And yet you were imprisoned for attempted theft.
Nathaniel: Of things which belonged to my family, and which were taken from us unjustly.
Justice: A likely tale.
Justice: You have not paid for your crime yet, mortal.
Nathaniel: Still stewing over that, are you?
Justice: You have been freed, but you have not offered penance.
Nathaniel: Isn't being forced to listen to you, penance enough?
Nathaniel: Do you do anything besides ponder what is just and unjust?
Justice: It is not all I do. It does, however, define my being.
Nathaniel: So you were born just? A little, self-righteous baby of justice crawling around the Fade?
Justice: I was not born. I simply am.
Nathaniel: Will you ever need to switch bodies, Justice?
Justice: I did not even wish to possess this one. Why would I switch to another?
Nathaniel: You might need to. Unless you wish to look even more obviously like a corpse.
Justice: I...would prefer not to think of it.
Justice: This... thing you spoke of. Switching bodies.
Nathaniel: Not a favorite topic of yours, I take it?
Justice: Would such a thing be permitted? Would it not be considered... abominable?
Nathaniel: If they're dead, it's not as if they need the body, Justice.
Justice: But I can still feel the man who once lived. I know his life, his... It is not just a body.
Nathaniel: That's...good, isn't it? I'd rather you felt that way.
Justice: Perhaps you are right.
Nathaniel: What if you found a living body to possess?
Justice: Even if I knew how, I would not possess the living. Such is an act for demons.
Nathaniel: What if the person were willing?
Justice: Why would a mortal ever allow such a thing?
Nathaniel: For life. For love. Perhaps together, you can do what they cannot do alone. If you gave instead of taking, I would consider you no demon.
Justice: It is...something to consider. Thank you, Nathaniel.
Nathaniel: What happens when this body of yours...expires?
Justice: How long does such a process take?
Nathaniel: I don't know. Can you still walk around once you're simply bones?
Justice: So I'm led to believe, yes.
Nathaniel: That is incredibly disturbing.
Oghren: The whole "quiet and stoic" thing must get you a lot of action, huh?
Nathaniel: I take it you are an admirer, Oghren?
Oghren: What? No! No, well not unless--no!
Nathaniel: Good. Then I needn't worry about getting too drunk at camp.
Oghren: Heh. Okay, I like you. Just not in that way.
Nathaniel: My brother used to drink like you do, dwarf.
Oghren: Fun fellow to have around then, your brother?
Nathaniel: He could find his fun almost anywhere. And then he would vomit on your shoes.
Oghren: Ah, good times.
Nathaniel: Have you ever thought of returning to Orzammar?
Oghren: Not sure I can. Technically, I'm a surface dwarf, now.
Nathaniel: Why "technically?" You don't know for certain?
Oghren: It's not like they send you a letter. "Congratulations! You have been ejected from the warrior caste!"
Nathaniel: Do you care?
Oghren: Sometimes. Then I drink more and it goes away.
Nathaniel: Allow me to say, ser dwarf, that you are a frightening force on the battlefield.
Oghren: Is this a joke? I only let loose that time because I was surprised...
Nathaniel: No, it... it was a compliment.
Oghren: I don't get many of those.
Nathaniel: I don't see why. Your skills are--
Nathaniel: Okay, yes. I think I do see why.
Oghren: You're Rendon Howe's little blighter.
Nathaniel: That's one way of putting it.
Oghren: They talked about you in the army. Fergus Cousland said you wouldn't have the stones to show your face again. But you proved him wrong. I respect that.
Nathaniel: You do?
Oghren: Yeah. Throw caution to the wind, run headlong into danger, and sod the consequences -- that's the only way to live.
Nathaniel: Thanks... I think.
Oghren: Yep. Don't you give a piss what the others think. Oghren's got your back.
(Alternate line of "They talked about you in the army" if the Warden-Commander is Orlesian)
Oghren: You've certainly got stones, coming back here after your family was disgraced. I respect that.
Nathaniel: Were you there when my father was killed?
Oghren: (Sigh) Don't go digging in the dust for things laid to rest. It does no one any good.
Nathaniel: Whatever people say about him, he was still my father. And I just want to know if he... if he suffered.
Oghren: I'm not the person to ask.
Nathaniel: (Sigh) Very well, Oghren. Evade the question.
Dialogue varies depending on whether or not
The Howe Family
quest has been completed
Oghren: You know, when your father took over the Arl of Denerim's palace, he moved his bedroom next to the dungeon.
Nathaniel: What are you talking about?
Oghren: Sounds like someone liked to nip down for a bit of torture before bedtime.
Nathaniel: Why are you telling me this?/Delilah did say that Father had begun indulging his darker side...
Oghren: Everyone needs daddy issues. Just trying to help.
Nathaniel: I've watched you fight, Sigrun. The Legion of the Dead trains its people well.
Sigrun: Oh, they taught me a few tricks, but I was fighting long before then.
Nathaniel: Oh? You fought in Orzammar's army?
Sigrun: Fighting for scraps of food. For a place to sleep. For survival.
Nathaniel: Oh, I... I didn't mean...
Sigrun: It's all right. You're a noble.
Nathaniel: Sigrun, I understand how difficult surviving poverty can be. When I came back from the Free Marches, I had nothing. No money, no family--nothing.
Sigrun: I'm sorry. I didn't know that.
Nathaniel: You have my respect for surviving what you did.
Sigrun: I didn't survive. Legion of the Dead, remember?
Sigrun: Cheer up; no one loves a grump.
Nathaniel: For a dead woman you're remarkably perky.
Sigrun: I could be less perky if you like. 'The darkness of the Deep Roads is seeped into my soul. The world is dead, my heart is black. Alas. Woe. Woe!'
Nathaniel: Let's stick to perky.
Nathaniel: How do you stand living under all that rock?
Sigrun: I don't understand. We just do.
Nathaniel: Orzammar is under a mountain. Just thinking about the crushing weight of a mountain overhead makes me shudder.
Sigrun: Surfacers live in buildings. If a building falls on you, it will make you just as dead.
Nathaniel: Thanks for the reminder.
Nathaniel: You don't think you're actually dead, do you?
Sigrun: Me? Not actually dead, no. Symbolically dead, perhaps.
Nathaniel: And what is the difference?
Sigrun: Several pints of blood.
Nathaniel: That part of Orzammar--Dust Town, it's called? Is it really as I've heard?
Sigrun: I've no idea. What have you heard?
Nathaniel: That it's like a really terrible slum. Or an alienage.
Sigrun: Oh, no, no. I've seen an alienage. It was rather nice.
Nathaniel: I'm beginning to feel very fortunate.
Sigrun: Isn't perspective wonderful? You'd think people who are so tall would have more of it.
Sigrun: I found something under my bed at the keep. Something tells me it's yours.
Nathaniel: Miss Maggie! I remember her. She's not mine--she belonged to my sister, Delilah. Miss Maggie was her favourite doll.
Sigrun: Miss Maggie appears to be missing her arms.
Nathaniel: Delilah and I had a fight. Then I ripped off Maggie's arms and hid them in places where Delilah would find them later.
Sigrun: What a sweetheart you were.
Nathaniel: Your glares suggest that you do not care for my presence.
Velanna: I am simply wondering how your kind can call yourselves "nobles." It seems ironic.
Nathaniel: We like irony. And it rolls off the tongue better than "oppressors."
Velanna: Ah, so you're a funny human.
Nathaniel: Not I. I wouldn't dare lighten your mood, my lady.
Nathaniel: Still with the deadly looks, my lady?
Velanna: "My lady" is such a human thing to call someone.
Nathaniel: It is a term of respect. You think it's human to be respectful?
Velanna: Now you're mocking me.
Nathaniel: I think you're a lovely woman, and due some respect. So I call you a lady.
Velanna: Well... stop it!
Velanna: So you not only gave up on killing the Grey Warden who murdered your father, you actually joined the order.
Nathaniel: Are you trying to pick a fight, Velanna? Baiting me like this is juvenile.
Velanna: I just wanted to know how you felt.
Nathaniel: How do you feel knowing you murdered all those people because you were too arrogant to check your facts?
Velanna: Warm and fuzzy.
Nathaniel: You're a terrible person. And your ears are clownish.
Velanna: What? Who's juvenile now?
Velanna: I may have misjudged you a little.
Nathaniel: Just a little?
Velanna: I sometimes paint all humans with the same brush.
Nathaniel: As long as it's such a pretty brush, I don't mind.
Velanna: I'm sure I don't know what that means.
Nathaniel: It means your apology is appreciated, my lady.
Velanna: Well, then. Good.
Velanna: When you were talking about the pretty brush, did you mean... me?
Nathaniel: (Chuckles) It can't be the first time someone's said you're pretty.
Velanna: And if it is?
Nathaniel: Then you must not talk to many people.
Velanna: Most people aren't worth talking to.
Nathaniel: You believe that your ancestors used to be immortal.
Velanna: I don't "believe" it. It's true.
Nathaniel: How do you know?
Velanna: Why would the elders lie?
Nathaniel: Why indeed?
Velanna: So you don't believe the elves were immortal.
Nathaniel: When did I say that?
Velanna: You asked me if I believed that my ancestors were once immortal.
Nathaniel: And where in that question was it implied that I believed otherwise?
Velanna: Then you do believe the elves were immortal.
Nathaniel: I didn't say that either.
Nathaniel: So you have a sister? A younger sister?
Velanna: That is no secret. I've mentioned her several times now.
Nathaniel: For the longest time, I thought my sister was dead. When we were children, she put beetles in my blankets. She would laugh to hear me shriek.
Velanna: Seranni liked to put sap in my hair. She also pushed me into an icy river. Twice.
Velanna: Hmm. Yes. Why did I want to rescue her, again?