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*The darkspawn smell bad?
 
*The darkspawn smell bad?
 
*You don't like the smell of rust, blood, and taint? {{Approval||-3}}
 
*You don't like the smell of rust, blood, and taint? {{Approval||-3}}
 
 
 
 
'''[[Vigil's Keep | Conversation in Vigil's Keep]]''' (begins with, "I need to thank you")
 
<br />(Very High Approval approx 80)
 
   
 
==Sigrun and [[Oghren]]==
 
==Sigrun and [[Oghren]]==

Revision as of 00:43, 19 April 2010

Sigrun's dialogue contains a list of the conversations that Sigrun shares with the other companions, in which they discuss each other's backgrounds, and their reactions to the game's events. It also contains a list of the conversations she shares with The Warden.

Sigrun's Remarks

Sigrun and the Warden

Vigil's Keep Throne Room

Books on the Bookshelves behind Sigrun

  • They’re all at your disposal. Approves (+3)
  • It’s just kindling when winter comes. Approves (+2)
  • And every one is about mabari hounds. Yawn.
    • Tell me about him. Approves (+3)
    • I’m sorry. Approves (+2)
    • Half the people I’ve ever met are dead, too. Dispproves (-3)
      • That’s why you’re the last of the Legion.
      • I don’t want a quitter on my side anyway. Approves (+2)
      • Sounds like Varlan got what he wanted. Approves (+3)


After meeting Mischa in Amaranthine, part of Sigrun's Roguish Past

  • It was pretty funny.
  • She was too hard on you.
    • You’re not the person you used to be. Approves (+3)
    • Mischa’s better off on the surface anyway.
    • So you’re scum. Who cares? Dispproves (-5)
      • We’ll go as soon as possible. Approves (+6)
      • No. We’ve no time. Dispproves (-3)
      • You don’t need her. She’s the past.
  • I’d rather not talk about that humiliating incident. Dispproves (-10) (ends conversation)


Begins with, "I need to thank you."
(Requires very high approval, 80+(?))

  • After all that's happened, is the Legion so important?
  • I know you haven't abandoned the Legion.
  • Aren't our purposes the same?
    • That won't happen for a long time.
    • Everyone dies.
    • That's noble of you. Approves (+2)
      • What? Don't be stupid. Dispproves (-10)
      • You can't. it's not your time yet.
      • But don't you want to live?
        • Very well. It is your right. Approves (+2)
        • You've lost friends. I don't want to lose mine. Approves (+6)
        • As your commander, I forbid it. Dispproves (-10)
        • We'll talk about it when the time comes.

Amaranthine

Counter at Glassric's Shop
(Second "level" of dialogue options is only available if Oghren is in the active party.)

  • Oh, you better not. I want to shop here again. Approves (+2) (Sigrun)
  • We can buy anything you want. Approves (+6) (Sigrun)
  • Keep your hands to yourself.
    • Adding "eavesdropper" to your list of fine qualities? Approves (+1) (Oghren)
    • Shh! The adults are talking. Dispproves (-1) (Oghren)
    • Go away, Oghren. Dispproves (-1) (Oghren)


Bumping into Mischa, beginning Sigrun's Roguish Past
(requires 35(?) approval)

  • Hey, you bumped into her.
  • Apologize for that slur, now.
  • Sigrun, what's going on?
    • Sigrun?
    • Hey, free gold trinket!
    • Every business has ups and downs.
      • Sigrun has paid for her crime. Approves (+2)
      • Don't matter, I trust her. Approves (+2)
      • (remain silent)


Finding Mischa in the Crown and Lion Inn, conclusion of Sigrun's Roguish Past

  • Vollney? Was that Varlan's ring? You can't give that away. (ends conversation)
  • That means a lot to Sigrun, so you'd better appreciate it. (ends conversation)
  • Keep the ring. I'll give Mischa some gold. Approves (+6)
    • (Persuade) It's old. It's only worth fifteen.
    • Then take thirty.
    • Twenty sovereigns it is.
    • Fine -- Keep the blasted ring. Dispproves (-9)


Wending Wood

Tree in the first area of the Wood

  • You don't have to. We smell them all the time.
  • The darkspawn smell bad?
  • You don't like the smell of rust, blood, and taint? Dispproves (-3)

Sigrun and Oghren

  • Oghren: So... you come here often?
  • Sigrun: No, I've never been this close to the surface.
  • Oghren: Well, you're welcome to come with me anytime. A-ny-time.
  • Sigrun: I'm sorry, what?
  • Oghren: The name's Oghren, by the way... but the ladies pronounce it "Ohhh-ghren."

--

  • Oghren: You remind me of Branka, sometimes.
  • Sigrun: I remind you of your ex-wife, who fed her entire house to darkspawn in search for a magical anvil?
  • Oghren: Yes-- well, no... not when you put it that way.
  • Sigrun: Smooth, Oghren. Real smooth.

--

  • Sigrun: For all your faults, Oghren, you are a remarkable fighter.
  • Oghren: Really? (Laughs) Let's go 'round the corner so I can show you something else remarkable.
  • Sigrun: It was just a friendly compliment!
  • Oghren: You're friendly. I'm brazen and lustful. We're even!
  • Sigrun: (Sigh)

--

  • Oghren: So... what are you doing tonight?
  • Sigrun: Sleeping. Alone. With a knife under my pillow.
  • Oghren: (Snickers) Hot.
  • Sigrun: Honestly, Oghren. What's the point? I'm in the Legion of the Dead. Nothing between us will last.
  • Oghren: Exactly! All the fun, none of the commitment!
  • Sigrun: (Groans)

--

  • Sigrun: Ugh. Oghren, I could light your breath on fire.
  • Oghren: That's not the only thing you could light on fire, saucy lady.
  • Sigrun: (Sigh) Do you ever stop drinking?
  • Oghren: Oh, don't you worry about that. It enhances the Oghren experience. I'm like a cherry soaked in brandy. Plump... juicy... and full of intoxicating flavor.
  • Sigrun: (Chokes)

--

  • Oghren: Why are you so resistant, woman?
  • Sigrun: I'm not resistant.
  • Oghren: Really? Great! You, me, the bushes. Let's get those branches a-rustling.
  • Sigrun: Sure. Just one question, though...
  • Oghren: Speak your mind, you spicy kumquat.
  • Sigrun: I'm going to prefer women by the time this is over, right?
  • Oghren: Ooh, and she hits below the belt.

--

  • Oghren: What's it take to get that cold heart beating for Oghren?
  • Sigrun: Not this again.
  • Oghren: Come on, don't tell me you wouldn't like to feel hot blood pumping through those dead Legionnare veins.
  • Sigrun: Oghren. I don't want anything to do with you or the words "hot" and "pumpin
  • Oghren: I'll get through to you, lady. Oghren'll keep ramming up against that armor of yours.
  • Sigrun: Go away. Please. You're embarassing.

--

  • Oghren: Hey there, broody. I've got just the thing to cure that pout.
  • Sigrun: (Sigh) Fine, Oghren. You win. Take me. Take me now.
  • Oghren: Er...
  • Sigrun: Why the hesitation? I want a big helping of that secret recipe of Oghren's. Served hot.
  • Oghren: Uh...
  • Sigrun: What? I grew up in the slums of Dust Town. You think I haven't had my fair share of dusters?
  • Oghren: (Sputters)
  • Sigrun: I knew it. You're all talk, Oghren. Deep down, you're scared of women.

--


(after Oghren tells Velanna how dwarves are supposedly born, and after she confronts Sigrun about it)

  • Sigrun: Did you tell Velanna that dwarves are born as little rocks?
  • Oghren: No...maybe? Yes? Velanna takes herself too seriously. And come on. It was funny!
  • Sigrun: All right, it was funny. You should have seen her afterwards! She was huffing like a constipated bronto.
  • Oghren: Hot.

Sigrun and Nathaniel

  • 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?
  • Nathaniel: ...oh.

--

  • 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's 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.

Sigrun and Anders

  • Sigrun: You should let Sir Pounce-a-lot out more. Must be stuffy in that robe.
  • Anders: Out? You mean out to play with the darkspawn? Such a great idea!
  • Sigrun: All right. I see your point.

--

  • Anders: Is there some great ceremony when someone joins the Legion of the Dead?
  • Sigrun: It's called a funeral.
  • Anders: Right, but is it boring and somber like a regular funeral? I mean, you're not burying anyone...
  • Sigrun: This is true. Dwarven funerals involve a great deal of ale and singing. Then there is an orgy.
  • Anders: What? You're kidding!
  • Sigrun: Of course I'm kidding.

--

  • Anders: So you never told me what that ceremony was like.
  • Sigrun: (Sigh) It begins with chanting and toasts. Then we bid our families farewell. Then, wailing and tears.
  • Anders: That does sound like a funeral. How depressing.
  • Sigrun: We're not the Legion of Jaunty Pub Songs.
  • Anders: But think how much easier recruitment would be if you were!

--

  • Anders: So what does the Legion do when you're not, you know, dying?
  • Sigrun: I'm not sure. We do that a lot.
  • Anders: But you can't do it all hours of the day. There must be some times when you're not out getting killed.
  • Sigrun: In those hours we listen to smart-mouthed mages ask stupid questions.
  • Anders: I always thought dwarves would be nicer.
  • Sigrun: I always thought mages would be smarter.

--

  • Anders: You seem fascinated with Ser Pounce-a-lot.
  • Ser Pounce-a-lot: (Meow!)
  • Sigrun: We don't have cats in Orzammar. Well, maybe some nobles have them, if they buy them from a surface merchant.
  • Anders: Everyone needs a pet.
  • Sigrun: Well, I had a nug once. For about an hour. Before my uncle slaughtered him and ate him.

--

  • Sigrun: Can you set that bush on fire?
  • Anders: Probably, but why would I want to?
  • Sigrun: Could you freeze it?
  • Anders: Why do you want me to kill the bush?
  • Sigrun: Because it's there! It's an evil bush! Do it!
  • Anders: Magic isn't for your amusement! Why don't I just do a little dance? Anders' Spicy Shimmy?
  • Sigrun: Oh, eww. I'll pass.

Sigrun and Velanna

  • Velanna: I swear I saw you pick up a handful of dirt and snif it back there!
  • Sigrun: I didn't.
  • Velanna: You did! I saw you.
  • Sigrun: (Sighs) Fine. But it smells good, like falling leaves and sunlight. Aren't elves supposed to be close to nature?
  • Velanna: Figuretively! We don't stuff our noses in it!

--

  • Sigrun: You're the first elf I've ever known. Do you feel honored?
  • Velanna: Why would I feel honored?
  • Sigrun: Your actions will influence my opinion of your race. Forever.
  • Velanna: Oh. Thank you. I needed more anxiety.
  • Sigrun: Glad to help!

--

  • Sigrun: You're really, really grumpy.
  • Velanna: You noticed.
  • Sigrun: I'm good at reading people.
  • Velanna: Ah, so it has nothing to do with the fact that I'm terribly obvious about it.

--

  • Sigrun: Your ears are so pointy, like an animal. Do they make it easier for you to hear?
  • Velanna: Are you...are you saying my ears are big?
  • Sigrun: Not excessively so...
  • Velanna: You think they're clownish, don't you?
  • Sigrun: Now that you mention it...
  • Velanna: I knew it! Don't talk to me.

--

  • Velanna: Why are you so loyal to your Legion of the Dead? And to Orzammar? Don't they hate you?
  • Sigrun: They do. I'm casteless, so I'm worthless to them.
  • Velanna: And yet you'll give your life away to prove...what?
  • Sigrun: That I...I'm more than they say I am?
  • Velanna: You don't owe them anything. you don't need to prove your worth to them.
  • Sigrun: Maybe I need to prove it to myself.

Sigrun and Justice

  • Sigrun: Sometimes, you twitch uncontrollably.
  • Justice: Do I? It must be an interaction between me and Kristoff's decaying body.
  • Sigrun: It's like you're dancing. Ooh, we should set you to music.
  • Justice: Has it occurred to you that I may be... self-conscious about this twitching?
  • Sigrun: Oh, sorry. Are you?
  • Justice: No.

--

  • Sigrun: Here's your dagger back.
  • Justice: Did I drop this?
  • Sigrun: Oh, no. I nicked it from your belt. Old habits die hard, you know.
  • Justice: Stealing is wrong.
  • Sigrun: Only if you get caught. And need I remind you that I wasn't caught?

--

  • Justice: I have tied my dagger to my belt. Should you try to steal it again, the rope will remind you that stealing is wrong.
  • Sigrun: But... er, you just told me I can no longer steal it. Why would I even try?
  • Justice: I...
  • Sigrun: Anyway, here's your ring back.

--

  • Justice: Am I correct in hearing that you are dead, dwarf?
  • Sigrun: In a manner of speaking, yes.
  • Justice: The body I inhabit is dead, as well.
  • Sigrun: I... don't think that's quite the same thing, my friend.

--

  • Justice: How is it different?
  • Sigrun: Excuse me? How is what different?
  • Justice: How is your death different from mine?
  • Sigrun: My death was symbolic. I entered the Legion and thus my old life ended. But I imagine death will catch up with me soon enough, don't you worry.
  • Justice: I do not worry. I was simply curious.

--

  • Justice: So you believe you will die soon.
  • Sigrun: Won't we all?
  • Justice: I will not die. Not as you die.
  • Sigrun: Spirits such as yourself can be slain in this world. Maybe you can, too.
  • Justice: That... is a disturbing thought.
  • Sigrun: Glad to be of service!