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High Approval: Ready to Talk About Yourself?

PC: I’d like to know more about you, now that you’re comfortable.

Sera: Suppose. It’s embarrassing enough now, may as well.

1 - Dialogue options:

  • General: So, where’d you hate cookies? [2]
  • General: I get why you’re an odd elf. [3]
  • General: Goodbye. [4]

2 - General: So, where’d you hate cookies?

PC: Anything more to say about where you came from, aside from hating cookies there?

Sera: Denerim, mostly. Before running into another Jenny. He was fun. Had weird friends, though. I think some of them were a lot more serious about being serious. Got some of them killed. I suppose they were like family. Better than Lady Emmald ever was. You know why? They didn’t give two squirts about who or what you were. It was all what you did.

5 - Dialogue options:

  • Investigate: Is that who trained you? [6]
  • Investigate: Where are they now? [7]
  • Investigate: How’d you get to Orlais? [8]
  • Investigate: Any memories of a real family? [9]
  • Flirt: I’m glad you opened up. [10]
  • General: Thanks for trusting me. [11] +Sera slightly approves

6 - Investigate: Is that who trained you? PC: So, is that who showed you how to fight? Gave you your skills? Sera: Nobody gave me anything except a chance. And maybe some lessons to start, but mostly just the chance. And I took that and ran. [back to 5]

7 - Investigate: Where are they now? PC: So where are the rest of them? Sera: All over. Or they stopped to let new people go all over. Some get rich and stop playing so they can do good things with it. One or two don’t. Eventually someone asks for a favor against them. So don’t get like that, you hear? [back to 5]

8 - Investigate: How’d you get to Orlais? PC: Denerim is a long way from Orlais. How’d you get there? Sera: By stinky horse? PC: Sera. Sera: Denerim wasn’t much fun after the Blight. Everyone trying to recover, you even feel bad for the nobles. But Val Royeaux? That’s a fat city full of fat heads. They just don’t know when to stop. You saw it. Orlais is rich and stupid. Ripe for the pickings. [back to 5]

9 - Investigate: Any memories of a real family? PC: Do you remember your actual family at all? Your parents? Sera: Well, there is the amulet I had as an orphan that has a missing piece, and look at your face! You believe me! No, still no parents. I remember an alienage with arseholes. And hating that stupid tree. The one “elves” always have. Of all the things to pray at, they could at least pick one with apples. [back to 5]

10 - Flirt: I’m glad you opened up. PC: Sera, I am so glad you opened up to me. Sera: You, too, [Shiny/Tadwinks/’Teetness/Buckles/Honey Tounge/Inky]. And the talking is nice, too. Another time, yeah? For both of them. [back to 1]

11 - General: Thanks for trusting me. PC: It’s nice to see this side of you, that you trust me.

Sera (low approval): Trust? I don’t know about that. You’ve been doing some things wrong. I thought I knew you. Don’t be an arse. [back to 1] Sera (high approval): Don’t you go blabbing around, yeag? Because I’ll have a big, trusting foot up your pucker. [back to 1]

3 - General: I get why you’re an odd elf. PC: I think that, after our rooftop chat, I get why you’re not like other elves.

Sera: Well, don’t. How about we dig into what you are? Or what you’re supposed to be?

Sera: Do you know all about elfiness? What it takes to keep our ears all perky? Sera: Are you just a Qunari? All Qun this and whatever that? Sera: Are you just a little dwarf? All beards and bitchy under the Stone? Sera: Are you the human-est human? Can someone point and say, “That’s what they are”?

Sera (female PC if flirted before): Because you could be more than just that. To me, anyway. Sera: Because I’m just me, and I couldn’t give a fig. All right?

Dialogue options:

  • Flirt: Then that’s all I need. [12] +Sera slightly approves
  • General: We all represent our kind. [13]
  • General: All right. I’ll drop it. [14]

12 - Flirt: Then that’s all I need. PC: Whatever I am to you, Sera, that’s all I need.

Sera (romanced): Listen to you, turning rubbish into butter. I could just take you and… well, no “could” about it. I will. A lot. Later, yeah? Better. [15] Sera (not romanced): Right, Inquisitor. Leave it there. For now. [15]

13 - General: We all represent our kind. PC: We should all be examples of our peoples, and understand how others will judge us. Sera: Right, well, good on you. Have fun.

Sera (Dalish PC): Don’t forget to whine about the past. All elves do that. [15] Sera (Qunari PC): Don’t forget “no.” Qunari say no to everything. [15] Sera (dwarf PC): Don’t forget to fear the sky. All dwarves fear the sky. [15] Sera (human PC): Maybe kill all elves. All humans kill all elves. [15]

14 - General: All right. I’ll drop it. PC: Didn’t mean to poke at a sore spot. Consider it dropped. Sera: Well, good, then. Because that’s the way I am. This way. You do this with everyone? Because I hope I’m not the only one that squirms like this. Feels weird. [15]

15 - If asked again

Sera (flirted): Don’t bring this up again, yeah? You’ll spoil your butter from last time. Really, let’s just be us? [back to 1]

Sera (chose “we represent our kind”): I get it, right? You’re the you-iest you that ever walked, and you want others to be their them-iest thems with you. Don’t/ Care. Can we just drop it? [back to 1]

Sera (PC said they would drop it): This is your idea of dropping it? Because it’s shit. Think what you want. Don’t. Care. [back to 1]

4 - General: Goodbye. PC: We’ll talk later. Sera: If you say so.


High Approval: Want Some Friendly Roof Time?

Available if PC responded positively in the Inquisition Cookies cutscene

  • Sera: Baking’s getting better, yeah? And other things. ㅤㅤ ㅤ
  • -Sera: Everyone’s ants from here. I like ants. ㅤㅤ ㅤ
  • Sera: We should drop something next time. ㅤㅤ ㅤ PC: Melons. PC: Coppers. PC: Rose petals. ㅤㅤ ㅤ PC: No. Sera: Aww. ㅤㅤ ㅤ
  • Sera: Sky’s pretty, even with that thing. It’s got… sky. ㅤㅤ ㅤ
  • Sera: When waked, we walked where willows wail, whose withered windings wont wassail. It’s poetry because of w’s and shit.