merchantprince | dialogue bits

first conversation, other party members' whereabouts
i once knew a mage who...

Bianca: You know, this is almost fun. Kind of like old times.
Varric: I don't recall us ever shooting people together.
Bianca: Remember crashing Bartrand's Guild dinner? We might as well have shot him.
Varric: This isn't nearly as dangerous as pissing off my brother.

Varric: Bianca...
Inquisitor: (defer to Varric)
Varric: Andraste's ass, Bianca. You're the leak?!
Bianca: When I got the location, I went and had a look for myself. And I found the red lyrium, and I... studied it.
Varric: You know what it does to people!
Bianca: I was doing you a favor! You've had people studying it for years now, and they've come up with nothing! I just... wanted to figure it out.
Inquisitor: Did you figure it out?
Bianca: Actually... yes. I found that red lyrium... It has the Blight, Varric! Do you know what that means?
Varric: What? That two deadly things combine to form something super-awful?
Bianca: Lyrium is alive! Or... something like it. Blight doesn't infect minerals. Only animals. I couldn't get any further on my own, so I looked for a Grey Warden mage. Blight and magical expertise in one, right? And I found this woman, Janeka. She seemed really eager to help with my research. So I gave her a key.
Varric: Janeka? The Warden who was trying to control Corypheus? Maker's breath... I knew something seemed off!
Bianca: I didn't realize until you said you found red lyrium at Haven. I came here and... well... Then I went to you.

[Blah blah some shit about Corypheus.]

Bianca: Varric told me what people were doing with the red lyrium. I... had to help make this right.
Inquisitor: You couldn't have known this would happen.
Varric: Maferath's balls, she couldn't! I told her exactly how bad this shit was! I told her to keep away from it!
Bianca: I know I screwed up, but we did fix it! It's as right as I can make it!
Varric: This isn't one of your machines! You can't just replace a part and make everything right!
Bianca: No, but I can try, can't I? Or am I supposed to wallow in my mistakes forever, kicking myself, telling stories of what I should have done?
Varric: Ha! As if I would tell stories about my own mistakes!
Inquisitor: Oh, for pity's sake, would you two just get a room?
Varric: Sorry, Inquisitor. We've done all we can here. (gently) Bianca, you'd better get home before someone misses you.
Bianca: Varric...
Varric: (shakes his head, softly:) Don't worry about it.
Bianca: Get him killed, and I'll feed you your own eyeballs, Inquisitor.

After Well, Shit

Varric: I'm glad to have answers, but... shit. The second she showed up here, I knew. I just... I let this mess happen. I gave her the thaig. And I am not good at dealing with shit like this.
Inquisitor: I don't think anyone's better equipped than you are.
Varric: No, no! The point is... I don't. I don't deal with things. If Cassandra hadn't dragged me here, I'd be in Kirkwall right now, pretending none of this was happening.
Inquisitor: You know that's not true. You've worked as hard as any of us to stop Corypheus.
Varric: Is that true? I don't even know anymore. Thank you. For your help back there.
Inquisitor: After all this, do you think you'll see Bianca again?
Varric: (smiles) I always do.