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If Rook is Antivan Crow Fletcher: Hello, Rook. Glad to see you in the Diamond. You keep Viago on his toes.

Fletcher: Feels good to see a friend of the Crows fighting back. I'll sell whatever you need. Fletcher: I keep the Crows well-stocked. You're welcome to it.

Fletcher: And anyone fighting the Antaam is a welcome customer here. Fletcher: I'm not rehanging my house banner until we really start driving them out of Treviso.

Rook: What was that you said about hanging your house banner?

If Rook is Antivan Crow Fletcher: You know how we Crows are about heraldry and a proper woven history.

Fletcher: Crow houses take pride in heraldry. We like a good woven history.

Fletcher: Unfortunately, the first step in the occupation was tearing down symbols. The Antaam burned our banners. Fletcher: I'm not putting my house banner back up until we really start taking our city back. Fletcher: They're not curtains. Hanging one means something.

Rook: You sure you have extra to sell? I don't want to use up limited supplies. Fletcher: Don't worry, I get the basics delivered straight to the people. We have runners in the alleys. Fletcher: The stuff I sell here isn't for the general public. You could say it's meant for the Antaam, in a round bout way.

Rook: How are you getting weapons past the Antaam? Fletcher: The same way you get a river past a mountain: I find cracks, and I keep moving. Fletcher: It could be harder, I'll give them that. The Butcher could burn the walls to the ground. Fletcher: I'd hardly call him "gentle," but he wants the city intact for some reason.

Rook: How's business? Fletcher: As good as can be expected with the Antaam choking my shipments. They want us locked down and hungry. Fletcher: There's a few of us out there keeping people fed... but it's rough.

If A Slow Poison quest is completed

Rook: Keeping busy, Fletcher? Fletcher: Word is you killed the Butcher's poisoner right under his nose. You're a legend. Fletcher: I put my house banner back up because of you. We're open for business and ready to fight back.

Rook: You hear what happened to the Antaam poisoner? Ever seen that before? Fletcher: Antaam becoming monsters? New to me. Physically, anyway. Fletcher: I'll keep an eye on what they ship in, but if that happened because of the gods, I don't know what to tell you. Fletcher: Besides "Thanks for killing it."

Rook: Hey, Fletcher. Any idea where the poisoner was getting his supplies? Fletcher: Antaam mixtures are so secret, and their regular supplies are so weird… Who knows what part of their shipments was the poison? Fletcher: I wish I could cut them off from everything, but there's always some asshole willing to make a profit in wartime.

Rook: Keeping your supplies up, Fletcher? Fletcher: Doing my best. Focusing on keeping Heir stocked so she can train the fledglings. Fletcher: It's not easy. Jacobus keeps breaking things. Kid's angry to the core. Fletcher: Can't say I blame him.

Rook: How long have you been supplying Heir and her trainees? Fletcher: I've sold to three Heirs. Never asked where they come from, or why they have the same name. Fletcher: I prefer to keep my customers, and let them keep their secrets.

If Rook saved Treviso

Rook: Heard about the dragon fight? Fletcher: Heard about it, and heard it directly. It echoed across the city when it dropped. Fletcher: Honestly, I don't know how you still have enemies to fight. Who hears you chased off a dragon and says, "I bet I can take 'em"?

If For the Love of Treviso quest is completed

Rook: Heard the news, I take it? Fletcher: That you put down the Butcher, and in his shadow was a traitor? That's all anyone is talking about. Fletcher: Stock up, Rook. No way I'm letting Ivenci take up where the Butcher left off.

Rook: I see Neri and Noa hung the de Acutis banner next to yours.

If Rook is Antivan Crow Fletcher: You know our houses have history. Blood both good and bad.

Fletcher: I wouldn't have always welcomed it. Crow houses don't always get along.

Fletcher: Nothing like a common enemy to bring the families together.

Fletcher: Keep an eye on Jacobus, Rook. Fletcher: Ivenci's betrayal has him angrier than ever. I can't blame him, but he's got to learn to control it. Fletcher: Be a shame to see that kid lose himself.

Rook: Any news, Fletcher? Fletcher: Ivenci is doing their best to kiss up to the Antaam. Shipping in all kinds of strange goods. Fletcher: Brings a lot of traffic to the docks, though. It actually makes it easier for me to smuggle goods in. Fletcher: The only good thing Ivenci's responsible for, far as I'm concerned.

Fletcher: Be a proud day if one of my toys helps bring down the governor. Rook: Working on it. Fletcher: I'm patient. And you're a safe bet.

If A Time to Kill quest is completed

Rook: Good days ahead, Fletcher? Fletcher: You're always welcome here, Rook. You've cleared the way for Treviso to be free. Fletcher: Of course, with the Antaam still in the streets like rats of unusual size, I'll keep up a booming business. Fletcher: But one day, I'll close up shop for the right reasons.

Rook: Any news, Fletcher? Fletcher: I'm going over Antaam manifests. I want to make sure we spot any of those poison ingredients if they show up again. Fletcher: We're not taking any risks. The Antaam that are left have to fight on our terms.

Rook: Is the Egrativi banner your work, Fletcher? Fletcher: I have talented people. Fast work, wasn't it? Fletcher: In truth? A new house was inevitable, what with all the loss of the occupation. Fletcher: My weavers started it a while ago. Keeping themselves busy with hope.

Fletcher: Stocking up before clearing out more Antaam? Rook: You'd be my first stop. Fletcher: Glad to hear it. You're very good for business. Fletcher: Everyone wants to visit Rook's favorite store in the Diamond. Side note: Reference to Shepard's favorite store on the Citadel in Mass Effect

Fletcher: Keep an eye on Jacobus, Rook. Rook: Still have concerns? Fletcher: No, no, I'm telling that to everyone. His house is destined to rival the best of us.

Fletcher: Have you seen Teia and Viago now? Haven't seen that look in years.

If Rook is Antivan Crow Rook: They're "on-again" again. Who knows how long it lasts this time? Fletcher: I think it's a portent of good tidings. Like hints of a good harvest. Or a Tuesday.

- Harding and Rook arrive at the Cobbled Swan

Harding: Come on, it doesn't have to be bad news every time we come here. Rook: I just don't see Morrigan buying me drinks. Rook: Why can't I get her riddles in the comfort of home? Solas's home. No, screw it. My home.

- The Inquisitor appears

The Inquisitor: How are you, Lace? Harding: You can't be here! He's/She's supposed to be keeping a low profile! For political reasons! Rook: Who can't be here?

- Somewhere here there is an attack, a fight, after which the Inquisitor apparently goes behind the bar

The Inquisitor: Can I get you something? Harding: Applesauce. Rook: When does the Swan even open? The Inquisitor: Today? It opens when I say. Rook: If the Swan burns down, good luck explaining it to Neve.

The Inquisitor: I won't be here long. Rook: Long enough for an assassination attempt against you! Morrigan: Three attempts thus far. The Inquisitor: Raise just one army, and you draw assassins like flies the rest of your life.

Option: Assassins? Rook: Do I know these assassins, or did you bring your own? The Inquisitor: What do you think, Lace? Harding: The people who come after you don't risk themselves. Harding: Mercenaries? To keep you occupied? You're ruffling nobles again.

Option: Any more famous friends? Rook: Anyone else coming to visit? A teyrn you went to scout school with? Rook: These pawns aren't likely to risk their own lives for a mere political assassination. Rook: Next you'll tell me you're drinking buddies with the Divine. Harding: Well, there's this one person I know... Turns out he's an elven god. Rook: Point taken.

Option: Introductions? Rook: This a friend, I hope? I'm Rook. You are?

Option: Confused! Rook: Okay, feeling a little left out. Should I know you?

Option: I don't like surprises. Rook: Harding knows you? I need a name.

The Inquisitor: That's fair. I'm Harding's old boss. Partner, really. I did what you did, before you started doing it better. Morrigan: Eyes upon the hourglass, Inquisitor.

- It seems Morrigan is leaving

Option: The Inquisitor? Here? Rook: Shouldn't you be in Orlais doing whatever it is official servants of the Divine do? The Inquisitor: I'm currently stopping two kings and an empress from acting like Antaam and burning the north. The Inquisitor: Basically, I'm offstage trying to keep people out of your way. The Inquisitor: Kept all eyes on me.

Option: You here to take over? Rook: So, you're the Inquisitor. And you're here. And everyone listens to you, even Morrigan. Are you taking over? The Inquisitor: No, I'd attract too much attention. But that's also how I can help. The Inquisitor: All eyes on me. I'm the distraction because I can't do what you can do.

The Inquisitor: But you, Rook, will get the real work done.

The Inquisitor: Remember the last day of the Inquisition, Lace? Harding: Disbanded/Underground! To avoid attention? Your idea, remember? The Inquisitor: That is exactly why I stepped aside, and why I won't be staying.

The Inquisitor: The Inquisition was a long time ago. When the sky was breached, it became a symbol that rallied nations. The Inquisitor: But gods are very good at manipulating symbols. Harding: So we're out here with new people, and the Inquisitor... should not be here.

Option: Just tell me why you're here. Rook: If you're not here to take over, why are you here?

Option: So: Why here, why now? Rook: All right, you were in charge, and now you're not. But you're still here.

The Inquisitor: Varric found the best people for your job, not mine. It matters to me that you prove him right.

Rook: Should I ask why? I mean, I guess I just did. The Inquisitor: One, so you can ignore the bleating of leaders you've never heard of and get things done. The Inquisitor: And two, I'm another person who knew Solas.

- Solavellan Option: How close? Rook: "Knew" knew, or "knew" knew? The Inquisitor: Did you imagine those sounded different? Rook: Wasn't it? The Inquisitor: It really wasn't. Rook: It's in the lean.

Option: Do I have a choice? Rook: Not sure I get a vote about that. The Inquisitor: You're in charge. Do what's best for your team.

Option: I don't need more advice. Rook: I hope you've got something more than advice. The Inquisitor: Rook, this is your time. Your team.

Option: I could use any insights. Rook: Experience dealing with gods is something I could use. The Inquisitor: You have more than anyone at this point. And a good team of your own.

The Inquisitor: Enjoy this time, Rook. Building a team that becomes family. Don't let it get complicated.

Option: The world is complicated. Rook: I think the gods have shown just how complicated things really are. The Inquisitor: All the more reason to show them how simple friendships make all their fearsome armies a waste of time.

Option: Are we enough? Rook: We're facing gods. Is a bunch of misfits enough? The Inquisitor: You'd be surprised. And so will every tyrant who thinks an army of fear is stronger than the bonds of a few.

The Inquisitor: Your friends, your team—that's how you win.

The Inquisitor: You want to know how a small group of friends can face down tyrants and their armies built of fear? The Inquisitor: I built a team once. Filled it with the best. But one... wasn't what he seemed.

The Inquisitor: And... Solas. He is... in your head? Rook: I was kinda hoping Solas being "in here" wasn't getting around.

The Inquisitor: Are you certain that your mind is your own? Rook: Far as I know, he didn't try to control me. All he did was give ominous warnings.

The Inquisitor: I'm invested in preventing the harm of his actions. Maybe even to him. Rook: You're showing more care than he did.

The Inquisitor: Stopping him is a mission for many. Rook: Not at all comforting.

- Solavellan The Inquisitor: We have history. Rook: An immortal is nothing but history. The Inquisitor: No. We have... history. Rook: Oh. Ohhh.

Option: He's been helpful so far. Rook: For all that Solas has done, he's been true to his word. The Inquisitor: His help can be... complicated.

Option: Always good to have a plan B. Rook: I'm not saying I expect our relationship to go bad, but... it's good to have an out.

Option: Good, I don't trust him. Rook: I'll take any leverage. He's the god of lies. Lies. Harding: Like my ma always says, they don't call it the Frostback Mountains because it's warm there. Rook: Like I'd go against Harding's ma.

The Inquisitor: I know one place you can look.

- Shows a wolf statuette

Harding: A wolf? It seems... familiar? Like entering the Lighthouse. Rook: Where did you find it? The Inquisitor: We all leave our marks on the world, but when you're as powerful as Solas and... as affected by the past, those marks linger. The Inquisitor: It's not the first time I've stumbled onto something of his.

- Solavellan The Inquisitor: Also not the first time I've had to let it go.

Rook: I think it's a moment, a memory. Maybe it ties into the Lighthouse.

- Solavellan The Inquisitor: That's why it's better if you decide how to use this.

The Inquisitor: It's up to you what you do with it. After all, Solas isn't in my head. Rook: Wow. Thanks, Solas.

- Then there is another attack and Morrigan returns

The Inquisitor: Morrigan? Word from the borders? Morrigan: You gave a speech, and every noble in Thedas blinked. The Inquisitor: Nobility come pre-ruffled. Morrigan: Two banns hold near Denerim. The Orlesians are discussing a new Exalted March. Nations are poised, as nations are wont to be. Morrigan: None dare move, until you do. Rook: It's really hard to delay Orlesians. Did they make seasonal hats? The Inquisitor: They made hats.

Morrigan: That was the fifth attempt on your life since you arrived, Inquisitor. 'Tis time for you to leave this place. Rook: Fifth? What happened to number four? Morrigan: I encouraged them not to interrupt.

The Inquisitor: (Sighs.) Stay too long, I attract... everything. I don't fear for me, but...

- If the Inquisitor romanced someone Morrigan: Josephine happened. Even mercenaries quiver before grand imperial politics. Morrigan: Sera happened. Best not keep her waiting. Morrigan: Cullen happened. Best not keep him waiting. Morrigan: Thomas Rainier happened. Best not keep him waiting. Morrigan: Cassandra happened. Best not keep her waiting. Morrigan: The Iron Bull happened. Best not keep him waiting. Morrigan: Dorian happened. Best not keep him waiting.

Morrigan: Tis time to go, Inquisitor.

- Solavellan The Inquisitor: Tell Solas... Actually? Don't tell him anything. Not yet. Rook: Your "history" with Solas doesn't sound like history. The Inquisitor: It's complicated.

The Inquisitor: Whatever you choose to do with that memory, trust the people around you. Rook: It's a risk, being that open. The Inquisitor: It's a strength. The gods have legions of followers... The Inquisitor: They don't have friends.

The Inquisitor: Whatever it is, hold on to it. His help... often comes with conditions. The Inquisitor: I see how you've built a good team. And how you can keep him off-balance.