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In the game, the astrolabe is already broken. It can still be fixed, but this is a side quest, it doesn't play a role in the plot. This will only give you a discount at the Caretaker's workshop and an alternative look of the library.

However you can still find mentions of the Lighthouse Malfunction in the files.

Some of this content can be activated in the game using modding tools. For example, sky textures that look like twilight.

There's also malfunction lighting. I'm not sure I triggered it correctly because it looks like horror for epileptic people. But maybe it's just unfinished.

The localization file contains many lines of deleted dialogues from this quest. Hard to say whether they were voiced.

It all started with Davrin meeting Rook outside.

Rook: Davrin? You know what's happening? Davrin: Something's strange with the Lighthouse. Emmrich said to find him.

Emmrich's room, where he and Bellara discuss what to do next.

Rook: The eluvians don't work, and neither of you know why? Emmrich: The astrolabe in the main hall is out of alignment. Until we correct it, the Lighthouse's protective wards will slowly fade. Rook: And if we don't correct it? Bellara: Without the wards, we'll be open to all sorts of bad stuff. Raw magic, demons, the work. Bellara: Well not yet! Emmrich: You know, it's more than just the wards. Half the artifacts in my room have shut down, and I don't know why. Bellara: Right Professor.

Option: What caused this? Rook: Why'd the astrolabe break? Emmrich: We're not sure. The Lighthouse is so old, it could just be time. Bellara: It certainly wasn't caused by a greater spirit, or a sudden swell of magic. And yet... Emmrich: Well. Let's turn our thoughts to repairs.

Option: We've seen worse. Haven't we? Rook: This can't be as bad as some of Arlathan. Can it? Bellara: In Arlathan, we could leave. Sometimes. But we've got a plan.

Option: Well, still standing for now. Rook: I'm sure our senior necromancer would warn us if we were about to be crushed. Emmrich: Well, it would be more akin to being etherically attenuated than crushed. Bellara: It won't come to that! We've got a plan.

Option: We'll solve it together. Rook: We've got you and Emmrich, the rest of the team. We'll figure it out. Bellara: Oh! We already have a plan.

Option: What's the plan? Rook: How do we fix it? Bellara: We figured that out! Mostly.

Emmrich: Bellara's tracked down an artifact we can use to repair the astrolabe. Rook: Tell me where. Bellara: Professor Emmrich found this magic... thread from it that leads to one of the floating islands. Rook: How do you two even know this artifact exists? Bellara: A receptacle in the main hall came to life when the astrolabe malfunctioned. Bellara: I've seen them in Arlathan. Inserting the right artifact will make repairs. Emmrich: Yes. All of which we determined before you clambered up the astrolabe. Bellara: I had to double check! Rook: Okay. We need to get to the island with the artifact to fix all this. Emmrich: It's on one of the floating islands. You'll need help reaching it. Spirit help.

Next, Lucanis, Manfred and Spite take part in the conversation.

Side note. This is just my guess, but I think some of Lucanis' lines in this quest differed depending on whether the player had completed the Inner Demons or not.

Lucanis: You want Spite to help? Emmrich: We require both of you, Lucanis. Lucanis: Never! Lucanis: Emmrich. Unlike Manfred, Spite does not love doing what he's told. Emmrich: Perhaps, but Spite grows so much more aware when he works with you, Lucanis. Lucanis: Or you could send Manfred. Emmrich: Unsupervised? Bellara: Hmm. Manfred could probably find a path to the island for Rook. Manfred: (Excited hiss.)

Option: Why doesn't Emmrich do this? Rook: Can't you find this spirit path, Emmrich? Emmrich: Certainly, but— Rook: But you and Bellara have to stay here and stop the roof from collapsing? Emmrich: We have a few days before anything really bad happens. But it's safer.

Option: I'll take Manfred. Rook: You ready to go Manfred? Manfred: (Excited hiss.) Emmrich: Oh, if he must. Don't let him out of your sight!

Option: I'll take Spite. Rook: You up for this Spite? Lucanis: No. Lucanis (Spite): (Inhales.) Smells like... fear. Sweat. And frustration. Lucanis: (Deep groaning.) Lucanis: (Sighs.) I'll—we'll be outside.

Rook: What's this artifact I'm after look like? Emmrich: Same shape as the astrolabe, but much smaller. The path to it should start near Harding's room. Emmrich: Bring it to the main hall once you've found it. We'll ensure the Lighthouse is warded again.

Journal note The Lighthouse is normally shielded from the raw magic of the Fade, but something has gone wrong. The team must repair the ancient devices keeping their headquarters safe and hidden, before the wards fail and chaos envelops them.

Companions in the library: - Why's it so cold all of a sudden? - I'm cold now too. Why can't I see my breath? - See the astrolabe up there? It normally keeps the Lighthouse steady, but something's amiss. - Magic, probably. Not my specialty this time.

- Bellara and Emmrich will fix it. - Speaking of which, where was Manfred going in such a hurry?

- Bellara and that death mage said they'd fix things. - Hey, was Lucanis arguing with Spite when he passed by us?

Rook: Manfred must already be outside. Rook: Lucanis must already be outside with Spite.

In the courtyard.

Rook: Can you help turn on this portal to the island, Manfred? Manfred: (Happy hiss.) Rook: Thanks!

Rook: Spite? Can you activate this portal to the island? Lucanis (Spite): Finally! Lucanis (Spite): Rook. Needs me. Everyone. Needs me. Lucanis: Ignore him.

The full picture is unknown, only some details. Rook moved between the islands around the Lighthouse, for this Manfred or Spite held the portal for them. Unlike Spite, Manfred needed to be directed to the waypoint.

Lucanis has some raw animations in the files when he's in Spite mode holding the portal for Rook.

Rook: Think you can help find a path to it? Manfred: (Curious hiss.)

Lucanis (Spite): It's here. The path. I will take it. Lucanis (Spite): Move!

(Thunderous rumble.)

Manfred: (Frightened hiss.) Rook (Mourn Watch): We both grew up in the Necropolis, Manfred. We can handle whatever that was. Rook: I don't know what that was either, Manfred. Let's keep going. Manfred: (Happy hiss.)

Rook: Spite? Lucanis (Spite): (Angry snarl.) Close. Lucanis: Let's keep moving. Lucanis (Spite): Faster!

The path to the artifact is blocked by a barrier that can be lowed by wisps.

Rook: A barrier?

Manfred: (Concerned hiss.) Rook: Maybe it's part of the Lighthouse's defenses.

Lucanis: I see it. That barrier could be the Lighthouse defending itself.

Rook: We'll need a wisp here.

Rook (Mourn Watch): Manfred? Would you do the honors? Manfred: (Excited hiss.) Rook (Mourn Watch): Thanks Manfred. And hail the eyes of the dead. Manfred: (Very excited hiss.)

Rook: Where do we get a wisp? Rook: Unless you can call one up Manfred—wait. Can you? Manfred: (Excited hiss.) Rook: It worked! Thanks Manfred. Manfred: (Pleased hiss.)

Rook: They won't answer. Lucanis: They will. Lucanis: Call. Lucanis (Spite): COME. OUT. OR I. WILL FIND YOU! Rook: That worked? Lucanis (Spite): Curiosity. Is predictable.

Rook finds an artifact.

Inscription on a Plaque A talisman to repair the protection of our sanctuary. Caution: Misuse may sever you from the flow of all things. Crafted by she who was once a servant, but now works happily to set our people free.

Rook: That has to be the artifact Emmrich needs. Manfred: (Excited hiss.) Lucanis (Spite): Trash. Stinks of magic. Mine. Is better.

On the way back.

Rook: Wait here, Manfred. And don't wander off, Emmrich would kill me. Manfred: (Happy hiss.)

Lucanis: We'll wait here and make sure the path doesn't strand you.

Suddenly the gods cut off the path that leads Rook to the spirit companion.

Elgar'nan: At last. The Dread Wolf's little soldiers. Rook: Elgar'nan? Ghilan'nain: We have scryed you out by the blood of my dragon on your hands. Ghilan'nain: Solas erected veils of secrecy around his old lair. We've had such difficulty finding it.

Rook: That was the gods!

Rook: Manfred? I'm trapped up here! Can you help? Manfred: (Concerned hiss.)

Rook: They trapped me here! Lucanis: We'll find you a way down!

Manfred: (Loud hiss.) Rook: A path. Good work Manfred! Meet me below. Manfred: (Tired hiss.)

Lucanis (Spite): Do. What. I. Say! Lucanis (Spite): Now! Rook: I see the path! I'll meet you two down below! Lucanis (Spite): (Panting.) Go. Now.

Lucanis: Is that the gods? Are they closer?

Rook: It's just voices. They aren't here yet! Elgar'nan: Oh, but we shall be soon.

Rook: We have to hide the Lighthouse. I need to get this artifact to Emmrich!

Rook (Mourn Watch): I'll get us around this. Stay here Manfred. Watcher's orders. Manfred: (Obedient hiss.)

Rook: Sit tight, Manfred. I'll get us around this. Manfred: (Consoled hiss.)

Rook: Done! Come on Manfred. Manfred: (Happy hiss.)

Lucanis (Spite): (Inhales.) Wrong. Wrong. Wrong! Lucanis (Spite): Stench. Of pride! Old. And stale! Lucanis: Calm down. Rook: I'll get us past this. Spite, just concentrate on making this path exist.

Elgar'nan: You thought we wouldn't notice you harrying our forces. Elgar'nan: But I assure you: I see all. Rook: Get... get out of my head! Elgar'nan: It would be wisdom to simply submit. To obey. Ghilan'nain: We will make far better use of this place, and yourselves, than Solas ever could. Elgar'nan: And learning what the Dread Wolf has told you all. Rook: We don't answer to you! Ghilan'nain: They resist. We are not close enough to Solas's lair. Elgar'nan: Distance will be of little consequence, after we visit Arlathan.

Rook returns to the Lighthouse. Manfred and Lucanis falling over with tiredness.

Manfred: (Unhappy hiss.) Rook: Manfred? Rook: You all right? Maybe Emmrich should look you over. Manfred: (Sad hiss.) Rook (Mourn Watch): The local astral instability must have overtaxed you when you channeled the path. Rook: You're not used to channeling this much magic for spell-casting. Rook: I've got to get to the main hall. Emmrich will help you after.

Lucanis: Do you have the—ugh! Rook: Lucanis? Rook: You two okay? Lucanis: Spite wore us both out to make that path. Rook: Did doing all this magic... hurt you? Lucanis: It doesn't matter. Get to the main hall.

Ghilan'nain: The Fade is clouded. Obscured. Ghilan'nain: We must find these mortals. Elgar'nan: I am keen to explore Fen'Harel's vaunted refuge. Ghilan'nain: We can reshape it. Repurpose it. And the mortals within.

Companions in the library: - Does anyone else... hrm. Thought I heard a voice. - Is that the gods? - Are the gods here? Right now? - They're saying stuff... in my head? - If Emmrich doesn't fix that astrolabe—damn it. I can hear them! - Don't listen. Block them out! - The gods are trying to bring the Lighthouse down on our heads! - They won't get the chance. This is our home now!

Ghilan'nain: My finest work. An Archdemon like no other. Planned for, nurtured, improved. Ghilan'nain: Slain by mortals. Elgar'nan: When we free the blight, you will raise a thousand Archdemons as your host.

Ghilan'nain: Dark. Shifting. The Dread Wolf's lair hides his underlings. Ghilan'nain: Everywhere sounds different now. Ghilan'nain: The blight calls as well. It will take great effort to unleash it all from the Fade.

Rook: Here's the artifact! Emmrich: Just in time! Place it into the receptacle.

In the game, Rook fixes the astrolabe by activating the device. But during malfunction this was only 50% of success. Restoring the Lighthouse's defenses also required manipulation by Emmrich and Bellara.

Companions in the library: - Were the gods almost here? - They're gone right? - They're gone! - I can't believe the gods were so close to finding us. - Hey. Glad you made it safely. - I don't feel them anymore. But Rook's got to tell us what happened.

Rook: I'll fill everyone in.

Lucanis: I'll make coffee.

Team sofa conversation or in the kitchen dunno.

Davrin: Glad to see the Lighthouse is once again our home sweet home. Emmrich: The artifact that fixed the astrolabe is a miniaturized suppressing element. It negates Fade energy! Emmrich: Including the gods' magic. We are hidden from their scrying. Rook: Thanks to you and Bellara.

Bellara: Professor, about that artifact... Emmrich: It's safe to remove, if you'd like to study it. Bellara: By seal and light. By the indwelling flame. (Magic crackling.) Bellara: The spellwork was straightforward, but I sense quite a few interlocking mechanisms inside. Bellara: I've never seen anything like it.

Rook: Harding. Harding: But it's all over, Rook. Right?

Option: It mostly worked out. Rook: If Manfred hadn't been here, and Bellara didn't know about that artifact, and Emmrich hadn't fixed it... Rook: If we didn't have Spite, if Bellara hadn't found that artifact, if Emmrich hadn't repaired the astrolabe... Harding: I know right? How are we even going to sleep tonight? Rook: Count your victories.

Option: They came so close. Rook: This was too close. Can't believe the damn gods were nearly on top of us. Rook: But even with no warning, we slipped away. Harding: Bet they're angry they failed. Rook: They'll be mad. Good.

Option: But we still beat them. Rook: We're still here. And only a little scared. Come on, that's something! Harding: All right, the gods aren't infallible. Rook: Damn right they're not.

Rook: And Manfred. Is he all right? Emmrich: Exhausted. But he'll recover. Emmrich: I'm afraid I won't be of much help, however, until I reknit his corporeal tethering. Neve: That sounds calmer. Good work, Fred. Manfred: (Tired hiss.)

Rook: And Spite and Lucanis. How are you two doing? Lucanis: Fine. We're fine. Neve: That's a lot better. Thanks Lucanis. And Spite. Lucanis (Spite): Mine! I am. The stronger one! I... (Tired growl.)

Lucanis: Spite... may have overdone it. I can barely keep my eyes open. I think he needs a nap. Lucanis (Spite): No! Sleep! Is weak—(Yawns.)

Harding: What's our next move? Rook: Elgar'nan confirmed the gods want something in Arlathan. The Veil Jumpers might know more. Harding: We actually got a message from them, before all this. Morrigan wants to meet. Didn't say why. Rook: Okay. We'll ask the Veil Jumpers about the gods, and pay Morrigan a visit.

Journal note: When the Lighthouse lost its magical protection, little did the team realize the cause of this breakdown was the elven gods attempting to track down Solas' old lair. With help from the others, Emmrich restored the wards and hid the Lighthouse again from the gods with an old, elven artifact. Bellara took the artifact for study, noting it had strange, magic-nullifying properties that could be very useful indeed.

There's an alternative post-malfunction convo. The speakers aren't fully identified.

Bellara: The suppression element is... doing what it does. Really well! Emmrich: Direct nullification of the Fade energy that powers it. Ingenious. Rook: The Lighthouse is stable? We're sure the gods are out? Emmrich: Thanks to your taming the device, yes. The gods are blind to us. Bellara: So we're safe here. Rook: Good, good. Just one question, then.

Option: Everyone ready to hit back? Rook: They probably think we're reeling, like they got us afraid of them. I say we get moving.

Option: What unbelievable assholes. Rook: Anyone else as pissed as I am? They go where they want like they own it, like they're.... Bellara: Like they're gods? Rook: No, they're assholes just... fucking up our house! I want a plan that hits back.

Option: Can we use it to attack them? Rook: Can you get it small enough to shove up a god's ass? Asking for a friend. Emmrich: We can study the suppression device. But the gods are moving now.

The rest of the party talk: - See? They try to scare us, and instead, consensus. I want a plan. - And me. - Lick our wounds later. Get to business. - Right. We need a plan. What do we know? - The voices we heard. I don't think they knew we could hear them. - Elgar'nan may intend a mass sacrifice. - To do what? - Then Elgar'nan's got plans for a ritual. He said he wanted "magical fodder." - "From the dust of our empire." That's got to mean elves. - Like the Wardens said. Guessing he's not planning anything good with them. - This is tricky. Elves need to know the threat. - Even if they know, they might try to get involved anyway. - We've got a useful tool here, and we'll study it. But we can't let them take people now. - Are they taking people, or are people joining them? The Venatori did. - We've seen what they really are. Our "gods." More than once. - So we know where they'll be, and we've got some idea about their plan. - This may be our chance to take down Ghilan'nain. We'll talk to the Veil Jumpers and figure out what's going on in Arlathan. - And if the gods are already there? Gathering "fodder." - We warn them, but with care. - Well, looks like we're going to Arlathan. - Whatever happens, let's be careful. We can't afford to miss anything. - We need to move fast. - Doesn't matter. We stop it. - Time to visit Arlathan.

And it seems that the Music Room and The Wolf's Den could only be explored after the malfunction quest.

The text also contains some lines from the dialogue with the demon.

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What is this! Is someone there! Hello! Rook. Solas? Solas, you...! It's like... walking against a wall. Follow the line, I guess. Where does this lead?

What... what am I seeing? It's what you chose. The tipping point. What are you? What's the point of this? This is the truth of your actions. Your tipping point.

The moment of freedom. A god walks free, because another took his place. Someone who played the role. Solas built a cage that could hold the gods. You trapped him, but were also his way out. You're not Solas. What are you? Another god? I am the lock on this prison.

Keep going, Rook. It's a long way back. Back? To what...? I'm not moving without answers! I deserve answers. You will get what you deserve.

You're more like Solas than you know. It's the blood on your hands. What blood? Show me!

Neve/Bellara? No. You're fake, like Solas.

(Neve banter) I fought for you, Rook. You led me to this. She'd call me Trouble, make some joke to hide how she feels. She wasn't fighting for me. She wouldn't say that.

(Bellara banter) Was this what I fought for, Rook? Was it worth it? She'd never say that. Every moment was worth it. She knew why she was fighting. Didn't need me to tell her.

You're not her. Not real. Live long enough, the only thing that's real is what you've lost.

(Harding banter) I did everything for you, Rook. And then you left me. Lace would blame herself. That would hurt more. Her voice, but she'd never try to hurt someone like that. You don't know her. Not like I did.

(Davrin banter) I saved you, Rook. What was the point? That's not how he'd challenge me. How he'd tease me about it. He'd have saved anyone. Done it for the challenge alone. You don't know him. Not like I did.

If the pain is great enough, appearances can be all that matter.

You're stealing these voices. If this is the Fade, are you a demon? I've been a mage long enough to know a demon when I hear one. These voices can't fool a Mourn Watcher. You're a demon. A mimic. You're trying to confuse me, but I'm a Veil Jumper. You're a demon. I am Regret. The Regret of a god. And you are a speck that I will consume forever. You feed me regardless.

Wardens, hold the wall! This is our house! Hold that wall, Wardens! Push them back!

A face in the sky. Like no Blight before. The Mother of Monsters.  Like no Blight before.

Weisshaupt. I fought beside my fellow Wardens. And they're dead, aren't they. It wasn't a normal Blight. The gods changed everything.

That's Weishaupt. I saved the Wardens. You saved some of the Wardens.

I came to warn them. Their plan wasn't going to work. I tried to warn them. The gods changed everything. They didn't know about the gods. Why were you here? I told you, to warn them. That's what you came to do, not why you were here.

But why you, Rook? Because I trapped Solas. Because Varric—

Why show me this? To make me give up?

Ascend. What? Rise to match the gods. Rise above those who died. See why you lead.

You won't keep me here! Said it yourself, this cage is for gods! I'm not like them! Not like Solas! "A cage built for gods." Or mortals with delusions.

I'll get out, you know. I get out of things. Solas got out. Stubborn. Another thing you and Solas share. Another? What's the first? The regret. The blood on your hands.

You want to know how he swapped places with you? How your regret could match his? Every choice you've made, you owe to this. This is the moment that put lives in your hands. Welcome to your cage. The moment why you lead.

When Varric showed you the cost of leadership. And the god of lies regretfully killed him. He was always...? Always.

The first fight against Solas? Varric is still... Right where you left him. This... is the moment Varric died. But this regret isn't mine.

The god of lies abhors blood magic, but made an exception for you. He had to do it. You made him do it. Varric died at that ritual. You didn't want to face it. And with a little blood magic, you didn't have to. The moment Solas used. When the blood on your hands clouded your mind. Solas was trapped in his own cage, but if your regret grew, he could escape. Only by trading you. Shaping you. Until your regret matched his. So Varric lived on, in your mind, until it could hit you all at once. This is the end. When he traded his regret for yours. This is the very real loss that let Solas swap his regret... for yours.

Regret is the price we pay for acting when no one else will. That's what leaders say. When they get people killed for the greater good. When they toy with lives.

It was lies. The whole time... I was toyed with. Lied to.

This mistake. This failure. And it can never be undone.

Do you see? How everyone says one thing, but you hear another? (Laughs.) Poor "injured" Varric.

(demon shows Rook memories of the companions?) [TEMP] Mementos - Lucanis [TEMP] Mementos - Bellara [TEMP] Mementos - Harding [TEMP] Mementos - Davrin [TEMP] Mementos - Taash [TEMP] Mementos - Neve [TEMP] Mementos – Emmrich

He's dead. Dead and gone. Your friend is dead. He's always been dead. Varric is dead. It was your fault. You did this. Your fault. You were never up to it. You're no leader. He's gone because of you. You're worthless. Varric never believed in you.

It's just you. Alone. Always alone.

Give up. Lucanis has only spite for you. Give up. Emmrich could never love you. Give up. Die. Taash doesn't care. Give up. Harding deserved better. Give up. Neve deserved better than you. Give up. Bellara needed better than you. Give up. Davrin deserved more than you.

Give up. Your fortune is wasted. End it. Give up. Die. No one will mourn you. Give up. Die behind the Veil. Give up. End this contract. You failed. Give up. You failed your calling. Die. Give up. Fade like the failed shadow you are.

Give up. You're a poor example of your kind. Give up. You failed what's left of the elves. Give up. Your time in the sun is over.

Give up. You can't fight your way out of failure. Give up. Your magical powers can't help you. Give up. There's no evading this death.

Give up. You're alone in the dark, like you deserve. Give up. You could never match those who came before you. Give up. Death is the only role you deserve. Give up. There's no point in even trying. Give up. Die. Like Solas knew you would. Give up. This is what your failure deserves. Give up. No one believed in you. End it.

You're right. I can't go on. I can't deal with the loss. Lies win in the end. Regret is too much to bear. It's too much... There's nothing...

I give up. I failed Harding/Neve/Bellara/Lucanis/Davrin/Taash/Emmrich.

I give up. I'm no Shadow Dragon/Warden/ Veil Jumper/Mourn Watcher/ Lord of Fortune. I give up. I failed the Crows.

I yield. I failed as a human/elf/qunari/dwarf.

I'm a failure as a mage/warrior/rogue.

I give up. I have no one. I failed the heroes before me.

Delicious.

I'll face regret. Keep going.

Things always seem impossible. Just fight one battle at a time. You're not in this alone. Go on, Rook. It was always you. You got this. You know bullshit when you smell it, and that demon is full of it.

Varric?

Davrin and Assan arrive on the Dumat. Previously, it was a player base similar to the Normandy from Mass Effect, only wrapped in Dragon Age.

Ship captain is not very happy about the presence of the griffon. Yes, according to the artbook, Dumat had its own captain. Rook also mentions him.

Captain: Rook, you're okay with letting this creature onboard? Rook: And you're not? Captain: This vessel's designed to go underwater. It works because the water stays outside the vessel. Anything that damages it- Davrin: He won't be a problem. He'll behave. Captain: You can't know that. Captain: It's been centuries since anyone cared for one.

Option: Their exploits are legendary. Rook: You're looking at one of the most legendary animals that ever lived, one that saved Thedas from several blights, one we thought was extinct... Rook: And you want to kick it off the ship? Davrin: (shrugs) Growing pains. He's still trying 'legendary' on for size.

Option: It's an honor. Rook (Grey Warden): As a Grey Warden myself, it's an honor to have such a magnificent animal onboard. Rook: It's a privilege to have such a magnificent animal onboard.

Option: I see your point. Rook: One leak and we could all be in trouble. Davrin: We'll be careful. Besides, I think it's already settled — unless you can move him? Assan: (Squawk) Davrin: (grins) He says you're welcome to try.

Captain: Can it can breathe underwater? Davrin: He's not a fish. Captain: (terse) Then when it punctures the hull it'll be extinct again.

Rook: Heh, get a few bottles of Dragon Piss in the captain and he'll be asking to ride Assan in no time. Rook: Welcome aboard. Davrin: Impressive ship. Makes a nice hunting blind for whatever lives down here. Rook: It's the monsters on land we're worried about. Davrin: Yeah. Seen my share of those. Davrin: Course, none of them were gods. Makes things interesting.

Option: Solas is a formidable opponent. Rook: Don't let Solas' "divinity" fool you. Or his good manners. He's ruthless and won't stop until everyone in this world is dead. Davrin: Not if I get him first. Davrin: Dread Wolf or not, he's still a wolf, and wolves can be hunted. Davrin: (amused chuckle) Sorry, once you put the smell of blood in the water, no stopping me.

Option: You're not worried? Rook: And that doesn't worry you? Davrin: In my experience that's when the world gets interesting. Rook: Or dangerous. Davrin: The code I live by is pretty simple: every shadow I confront makes me stronger. Davrin: Forges some steel in the soul.

Rook: Driven, aren't you? Davrin: That happens when you've got an expiration.

Rook (Grey Warden): (understands; quietly) The Deep Roads. Davrin: I don't know about you, but the day I answer the call, I want it to be as a man who gave more to the world than he took.

Davrin: Someday the Deep Roads will call. Davrin: And the day I answer it, I want it to be as a man who gave more to the world than he took.

Davrin: (laughs) And along the way kicked death in the balls every chance I got.

Flirt option: I like your confidence. Rook: You're bold. I like that. Davrin: That's how you win. Rook: (flirty) A battle? Or...other things? Davrin: (laughs) You don't waste anytime, do you? Looking for a little fun on the side while we save the world? Rook: Testing the waters. Davrin: Well, I like a challenge. Rook: What kind? Davrin: Depends. Are you the sort that likes to hunt? Or be hunted?

Flirt option: I like to hunt. Rook: If I want something, I grab it. Davrin: If you can catch it. Rook: Not hard when it's standing right in front of you.

Flirt option: I like to be chased. Rook: I'm all about the thrill of the chase. If you can catch me. Davrin: There's a doubt? You've seen what I can do. Rook: Didn't say it was you I wanted to catch me. Davrin: And so it begins.

Option (possibly cutt off flirt): Sorry. I overstepped. Rook: You know what — I think maybe I came on too strong. Didn't mean to. Davrin: (smiles) I'll keep that in mind. Davrin: I can handle it. Way I see these things, wilting flowers never catch the bee.

Option: Thanks for the talk. Rook: I'm glad you joined, Davrin. Davrin: Glad to be here, Rook.

Davrin: I may not be the type to hang 'round Orlesian parties putting on airs and licking boots, but I do know my way around trouble. Davrin: So you just point me where you need me.

Later, Rook could talk to Davrin on various topics on the ship.

Davrin: Rook. Something on your mind?

Option: Tell me about the griffon. Rook: I know you said Assan was sensitive business, but we can't have any secrets on the Dumat. Davrin: I appreciate that. But I don't know everyone on the Dumat, not yet.

Option (GW Rook): I'm a Grey Warden. Rook: We're both Grey Wardens. That should count for something. Davrin: It does. If you're one of the good ones. Rook: Am I? Davrin: Haven't disappointed yet.

Option (Dalish Rook): We're both Dalish. Rook: We're both Dalish. That should count for something. Davrin: Like you trust every Dalish you meet? (laughs) Well, I figure if I've misjudged you, then I'm wrong about a lot of other things.

Option: You can trust them. Rook: We're a team. We have to start trusting each other. Davrin: When it's earned. Anyone messes with Assan here and I re-arrange their skull into little pieces of skull. Rook: I'd help you. Davrin: Well....fair enough.

Option: Then trust me. Rook: Well you can trust me at least. I trusted you. Davrin: (grins) Right. Bait. I guess that counts for something.

Davrin: So most people know, Grey Wardens used to ride griffons into battle against darkspawn. This went on for centuries. Davrin: But during the Fourth Blight, about 400 years ago, they went extinct. Exactly why has always been something of a mystery. Davrin: Though we know the griffons were tainted somehow. Infected by the Blight. After that they died off.

Option: Then how is Assan alive? Rook: Yet somehow Assan here survived. How? Davrin: A clutch of eggs was found not too long ago. Hidden all these centuries. Rook: A clutch? You mean Assan isn't the only one? Davrin: That's the "sensitive business". The Wardens ordered me to look into it. Quietly. I don't have any answers yet.

Option: Why did you leave your clan? Rook: I take it from this business with Keeper Eldrin that you left your clan at some point? Davrin: When I was younger, I was a First to Eldrin. He saw me as his apprentice. Spent all my time studying history with him. Davrin: We'd talk about elves who'd been dead for thousands of years and would keep on being dead for a thousand more. Davrin: Then I had my first Arlathvhen. Other Dalish clans would come and we'd argue about the old legends and maybe change the wording of some scroll. Davrin: That's when it hit me. The same old stories being told. Nothing new. Isolated from the world. We weren't growing.

Option (Elf Rook): I never paid attention. Rook: To be honest, I didn't pay much attention to our history. Rook: Well, if I'd known we were going up against the Dread Wolf himself...

Option (Elf Rook): Solas is part of our stories. Rook: Yet Solas is one of us. He's a big part of that lore.

Option: Solas is part of those stories. Rook: Yet Solas is an elf. He's a big part of your mythology.

Davrin: Oh, I know irony when I see it.  The Dread Wolf was once just a name in dusty old books.

Option (Elf Rook): Our history fascinates me. Rook: I've always found the history of our people fascinating.

Option: Elven lore fascinates me. Rook: I've always thought the history of your people is fascinating.

Davrin: It is, but it's history. We spent all our time obsessing over things that couldn't be changed.

Davrin: Eventually I left the clan. It broke Keeper Eldrin's heart. He thought I was trying to forget the Dalish side of me. Rook: Were you? Davrin: More like finding a new side. See the world. Bring something new back to my people. Davrin: But that stretched on for at least a decade, and, well... Rook: Do you regret it? Davrin: I know Eldrin did.

Option: Why join the Grey Wardens? Rook: How did you end up in the Grey Wardens? Davrin: After I left my clan, I spent years wandering Thedas as a hunter for hire. Sharpened my skills and made some coin while I was at it. Davrin: But I needed a bigger challenge. Davrin: So I knocked on the door at Weisshaupt and told them I wanted to kill every darkspawn I could find.

Option: It's not that simple. Rook (GW): You're talking to a Warden. We both know it's not that simple. Rook: I don't imagine the life of a Warden is that simple. Davrin: It can be. If you embrace your fate, use it to motivate you. They say age grants wisdom - well, I don't want to wait that long. Davrin: What good is it if I'm old and need help taking a piss? Joining the Wardens gave me a deadline.

Option: That sounds crazy. Rook: There must be other challenges in life that don't end in corruption and death in the Deep Roads. Davrin: I'm not trying to live forever. Joining the Wardens gave me a deadline.

Davrin: By the time I hear the Calling I better have made my mark.

Option: Tell me about your code. Rook: I'd like to hear more about this code of yours. Davrin: Simple, really. The only way to know the measure of your own light is to hold yourself up to the darkness. Davrin: Some people sit around chantries saying prayers and burning candles. Just a lot of melted wax. Davrin: What good is a candle if there's no shadows to ward off?

Option: It's useless. Rook: It's just ceremony. Davrin: And proves nothing.

Option: Shadows scare people. Rook: People avoid the dark for good reason. A lot of nasty things live there. Davrin: Not if you meet them head on. Davrin: The only way to know your own strength - to  turn your candle into a torch - is by confronting the shadows. Davrin: That's what the monsters of this world really are — the darkspawn, demons from the Fade, or Solas.... Davrin: They're kindling for our own light. We need them. Rook: That's one way of looking at it. Davrin: We'd go soft otherwise.

Option: Goodbye. Rook: That's it for now. Davrin: Drop by whenever you like.

Next, when Davrin trusts Rook more, there is a cutscene with Assan, in which he finally tells what happened to the griffons in the fortress.

Assan: (Squawk) Davrin: Quiet! Assan: (Squawk) Davrin: (exasperated) Assan, it's explained right here in the manual— when I say "Quiet" you're supposed to be quiet. Davrin: Rook. Glad you're enjoying the show. It's the one command he refuses to learn.

Flirt option: Try charm? Davrin: There are other ways to get what you want. Maybe try that smile of yours?

It seems the lines are different, Rook chose the role of the hunter or be hunted.

Davrin: (chuckles; smiles) And now I feel like I'm being hunted. Rook: There it is. Davrin: (teasing) Who said this smiles was for you?

Davrin: (chuckles; smiles) Didn't realize you noticed? Rook: There it is. Davrin: (teasing) Well, soak it up while it lasts...

Davrin: Let's see if Assan cares...

Option: Ask nicely? Rook: Or it could be the one giving the command. Maybe he needs to hear "please"? Davrin: It's not supposed to be a negotiation. Davrin: Well, maybe a little...

Option: You'll need to earn it. Rook: I don't expect my team to just do whatever I say. Respect is earned. Davrin: Unless you can buy it...

Option: Assert yourself. Rook: You need to let him know who's in charge. Davrin: I will, as soon as I figure it out. Have you seen what his beak can do? Davrin: Best to keep it busy.

Davrin: (to Assan) How 'bout some nice salmon for a nice quiet griffon? Assan: (Squawk) Rook: Sounds like Assan agrees? Davrin: Nah, just means he's hungry. Pretty much all he ever talks about.

Rook (GW): In my time with the Wardens, I've heard stories about griffons choosing their riders, not the other way around. Rook: I've heard griffons used to choose their riders, not the other way around. Davrin: It's true. And only fair given what we asked of them. They'll tear into darkspawn without hesitation; challenge an archdemon head on. Davrin: But that's because the Grey Wardens raised them to.

Option: We'd be dead otherwise. Rook: And we're all still alive because of it. They helped end the blights. Davrin: Just wish they hadn't gotten the raw end of the deal.

Option: That's a pity. Rook: I suppose they weren't really given a choice. Davrin: Well, they're good at it. Natural hunters with an instinct for the kill. Wardens just focused that instinct.

Rook: And what about Assan? Has he chosen you yet? Davrin: He's still sizing me up. Though I'm not sure I want him to — he's pure, like the halla I chased as a boy. Davrin: Beautiful white stags, bigger than a deer. The Dalish part of me wonders what a wild griffon would be like.

Option: Intimidating. Rook: With that temper, I imagine they'd own the skies. Davrin: And maybe everything else too. Not a lot can stop them.

Option: Free. Rook: Free to find a new purpose in the world, I imagine. Davrin: (musing) Yeah. Leave the past behind them.

Option: Lost. Rook: Hunting darkspawn is what they do. Without that purpose they'd be lost. Davrin: [chuckles] Not sure if you're talking about the griffons or me.

Rook: Any word on the others? Davrin: I wanted to talk to you about that. When the Wardens found these griffons, they put them in quarantine. Davrin: It was a remote fortress, in case they were tainted. Then the place was attacked, the griffons went missing. Rook: Are there others griffons? Davrin: For a long time, no. Griffons died out during the Fourth Blight. But Assan was part of a clutch of griffons found a few years ago, hidden away. Davrin: Grey Wardens put them in quarantine at a remote fortress, in case they were tainted. Then the place was attacked. Rook: What happened? Davrin: The griffons went missing. Assan was the only one left. But I've gotten word — there's a black market that specializes in monsters and beasts. Davrin: It's a traveling caravan. Moves around the wilds. And someone said they spotted a griffon.

On Davrin's page in the DAtV artbook, you can see the concept of this market.

Option: This caravan sells monsters? Rook: What do you know about this caravan? Davrin: Ruthless band of hunters. They trap anything they can find and sell it to the highest bidder. Rook: And they have a griffon? Davrin: If they do, it'll be snapped up. And after that...nothing good. A lot of mages and cultists dabbling in the black arts buy from them. Davrin: A griffon would be a prize like no other.

Option: Tell me about the quarantine. Rook: What happened with the quarantine? Davrin: We lost contact with the fortress. So I was part of a group sent to investigate. We found a massacre. Rook: The Wardens? Davrin: Dead Wardens. And missing griffons...well, all except one. I was searching the undercroft when I found him - Assan. He'd been hiding. Davrin: Tried attacking me on sight he was so terrified. It took two days before I could coax him out of there. After that, I was the only one he'd trust.

Option: The griffon was alive? Rook: The other griffons could still be alive? Davrin: At least one. We need to check it out before this caravan pulls up stakes.