"The Tiniest Cave" -- an Emerald Graves sidequest that spawns a secret chest in Emprise du Leon -- went undetected for months after the game's release. Eventually, a dev's crucial hint allowed players to find the ultimate reward: the Ardent Blossom, a flowery crown with a high armor rating.
Dragon Age: Inquisition was originally just known as Dragon Age III, and then as Dragon Age III: Inquisition. The developers quickly realized that DAIII:I was a rather clumsy abbreviation, and dropped the number.
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Varric: So here we are, elf, cleaning up another human mess.
Sera: Who you calling elfy, jackhole?
Varric: Not you. Other elf!
Solas: What would the Inquisition do without our stabilizing influence, Master Tethras?
Varric: I assume they'd just start burning things.
Solas: That does sound like most humans I know.
Varric: Now, now, don't get touchy. We're just here to lend you simple humans our help.
Solas: Before you cause everything to explode.
Vivienne: You know, Cassandra, you really ought to have armor with gilding. Or dragon scales. Preferably both.
Cassandra: Would that not be impractical?
Vivienne: It would be dramatic, my dear. Half the value of armor is intimidation.
Cassandra: I prefer the half that keeps blades out of my innards, personally.
Dorian: What's a deshyr from the Merchant's Guild doing in the middle of a battle against ancient evils?
Varric: I could ask the same thing of a pampered, noble Tevinter.
Dorian: You can't call me "pampered." Nobody's peeled a grape for me in weeks.
Varric: Talk to Josephine. She can arrange something.
Dorian: What would you say Blackwall's best feature is, Vivienne?
Vivienne: His absence, of course.
Blackwall: I can hear both of you.
Dorian: Ah, Solas. You startled me. You're always so...nondescript.
Solas: Please speak up! I cannot hear you over your outfit!
Blackwall: How do you get your hair to do that, Dorian? With magic?
Dorian: With proper hygiene and grooming. Maybe all three of you should get acquainted.
Dorian: Just once, we should enter a cave and see normal-sized spiders!
Iron Bull: Demons. It had to be demons. Getting into your head, messing around...
Inquisitor: For all you know, the demon never stopped, and this is all in your head.
Iron Bull: Oh for... Now I'm going to spend the rest of the day thinking about it. Thanks.
Dorian: Cole, you should be careful dancing around with those daggers when I'm throwing fire.
Cole: It won't hurt me. It's friendly fire.
Blackwall: You know, Cole, you're not so bad. But I'll never get used to the things that come out of your mouth.
Cole: There was once a man who had bees coming out of his mouth.
Blackwall: Perfect example.
Sera: Hey, Solas. How do you say "excuse me" in elven or whatever?
Solas: For you, it would be "ara seranna-ma". It is coincidence that your name is within; the base form is common.
Sera: Thanks. Now when I don't say it, you'll know it's on purpose.
Blackwall: Dorian, do you think we could ever be friends?
Dorian: Stranger things have happened. It would take work. And soap. Lots and lots of soap.
Dorian: You owe me twenty royals, Varric. I'd like them paid in candied dates.
Varric: I haven't lost that wager yet.
Dorian: You said we'd be ass-deep in trouble. This is more like knee-high.
Varric: I didn't specify whose ass, did I?
Dorian: Leave it to a dwarf, always lowering the bar.
Varric: So, Sparkler, what do you think of the Inquisition so far?
Dorian: It's interesting, I'll give you that. An Archdemon attacking me is a first.
Varric: Five royals says you see something weirder before the day ends.
Dorian: I don't think I should take that bet.
Varric: You doing all right, Bull? I heard you breathing a little hard after the last fight.
Iron Bull: Lung exercises. Clearing the stale humors. It's a Qun thing.
Iron Bull: Hey...some of us have to swing a giant hunk of metal instead of pulling our girlfriend's trigger from the back row.
Iron Bull: Too close to home?
Varric: No, no...that was good. I should find some way to work that into my next book.
Iron Bull: All right, but it was my line. You're gonna credit me in the acknowledgements, right?
Dorian: I've often wondered what the average man thinks about mage freedom.
Blackwall: If you really cared, you could ask. Oh, but wait. That would involve talking to a dirty commoner like me.
Dorian: True. So much for that.
Varric: Why go with iron? Iron is brittle. Why not call yourself The Steel Bull or something.
Iron Bull: Steel Bull is already taken by a pit fighter in Antiva City. Thought about veridium, but it turns out that there's two exotic dancers in Llomerryn that use that one. Identical twins.
Varric: Hmm... Silverite?
Iron Bull: Tavern in Rialto.
Varric: So iron was the only thing left.
Iron Bull: Well, I could have gone into textiles, but that sends the wrong message.
Varric: How could you possibly be a spy?
Iron Bull: Well, it's a pretty easy job. I do some fighting, and drinking, and then once in a while I tell Par Vollen about it.
Varric: Heh. Where's the sneaking, plotting, the subtle machinations?
Iron Bull: If you do that, everyone knows you're a spy. Drinking, fighting, writing notes, that's all it really takes.
Varric: S***. You're really the worst Qunari ever, or the best. I can't decide.
Dorian: Varric, I want a new nickname.
Varric: What's wrong with Sparkler? Not colorful enough for you?
Dorian: You must know me better now. Or does the moniker you gave me five minutes after we met still apply?
Varric: I have the eyes of a storyteller. It's a gift.
Dorian: So, I'm a bit of light you stick in a windowsill to impress passers-by? All flash, no heat? Hmmthat's actually pretty clever.
Varric: See? Embrace your place in the universe, Sparkler.
Blackwall: They say your family almost drove the dragons to extinction. A shame. Majestic beasts.
Cassandra: Majestic? Say that after you see a pile of dragon s*** bigger than your house.
Blackwall: I read some of your book. Riveting stuff. Hard in Hightown, was it?
Varric: And you only read some?
Blackwall: Well, I...uh, found it in a latrine in a village near Churneau. It...was missing some pages.
Dorian: Let me get this straight, Solas: you're an apostate, neither Dalish nor city elf, who lived alone in the woods studying spirits.
Solas: Is that a problem for you?
Dorian: No, no, you're a special and unique snowflake. Live the dream.
Iron Bull: Hey, Solas, you ever do your Fade thing and pretend you can fly? Just flap your arms and zip around in there? Then maybe bang some hot Fade ladies?
Solas: No. Such behavior attracts the attention of demons.
Iron Bull: Aww. Demons s*** up everything.
Sera: Hey, Viv! Vivvy! Look at this! I got something for you!
Vivienne: Darling, it's your bottom. Again. As bony and sad as the last dozen times you displayed it.
Sera: It's my butt!
Vivienne: Maker, however shall I endure this horror? Someone fetch me a fainting couch.
Sera: Ground should be down, sky should be high. Figure it out, Fade!
Iron Bull: You could've been one of the Chargers, Blackwall. You've got the stature, the attitude...
Blackwall: And you'd be my boss.
Iron Bull: Hey, I'm a great boss. I'm a firm believer in No-Pants Fridays.
Blackwall: I'd rather fight for a cause.
Iron Bull: Hey, No-Pants Fridays is a cause.
Cole: Cassandra, who's...Regalyan?
Cassandra: No one to concern yourself with.
Cole: You were thinking about the time you—
Cassandra: Now I'm thinking about something else. Can you guess?
Cole: My hat wouldn't fit there...
Varric: I'm a business man. Never really followed a chosen one before.
Inquisitor: I don't even know how to deal with all this. Just make something up. It'll be fine.
Varric: So we're saving the world through bulls*** now? All right, I can manage that.
Solas: I am surprised you do not practice blood magic, Dorian. Is it not popular in Tevinter?
Dorian: While we're sharing surprises, you've done a lot less dancing naked in the moonlight than expected.
Solas: Tevinter lore about elves remains accurate, as always.
Dorian: I wanted to see you make flowers bloom with your song just once!
Iron Bull: Hey, Varric. Are you gonna write me into one of your stories?
Varric: How could I not?
Iron Bull: When you do, make sure you describe the musculature right. 'Cause this isn't just endurance work. There was a lot of strength training to get here. You wanna use words like "rippling". Or "ripped". "Ripped" is good, too.
Varric: "The Iron Bull's belly was prone to rippling after every meal. He rarely wore shirts, as they ripped under the strain."
Iron Bull: That hurts, Varric. That's hurtful.
Blackwall: Do you have any advice for fighting demons, Solas?
Solas: Survive the first thirty heartbeats and you've already won.
Blackwall: So I should try not to die. Helpful.
Solas: I mean demons are rarely intelligent enough to change their tactics. If you focus on defending yourself, you'll see the full range of their abilities within the first thirty heartbeats. By then, you should be able to find a weakness and exploit it.
Blackwall: Ahh, that is helpful. I will try to remember that.
Solas: Also try not to die.
Blackwall: Val Royeaux, huh? I remember the first time I visited it, some thirty years ago. The market was not half as large without the garish statues, and far fewer stands selling those ridiculous frilly little cakes.
Solas: The Val Royeaux market was once nothing but tents of oiled leather and mud, filled with ragged humans selling strings of beads made of bone.
Blackwall: You saw this in the Fade?
Solas: Yes. I left that memory quickly. The smell.
Blackwall: Must have been ages ago.
Solas: Oh, yes. It's much better now. I enjoy the frilly cakes.
Cole: I like your horns, The Iron Bull. But they're dragon horns, not bull horns. You could have named yourself The Iron Dragon.
Iron Bull: Oh, s***. That would have been better.
Varric: It makes sense that Leliana did the recruiting when the Inquisition started. Not everyone can be intimidated into signing up, after all.
Cassandra: I recruited Commander Cullen.
Varric: Lucky him.
Cassandra: He has made no complaints about my manners.
Varric: His last boss was a raving lunatic who turned into a statue. That's not a high bar.
Blackwall: Did you know that in Ostwick they hold races with greased cheese?
Sera: That sounds daft as anything.
Blackwall: They butter up a cheese, about the size of a small wagon wheel, and see how far they can run with it.
Sera: I'd just eat the cheese.
Blackwall: It's culture.
Sera: Well, culture can get in my mouth.
Bianca: That letter you sent me about the red lyrium was the first I'd heard from you since the Chantry explosion.
Varric: Had it been that long?
Bianca: Seriously, if you'd died in that mess, I'd have come back to Kirkwall and dug you up just to kick your ass.
Varric: What would you do if I'd been cremated?
Bianca: Kick your ashes, of course.
Sera: Checked your drawers lately, Vivvy?
Vivienne: Hm? Oh, yes, my dear. Although I was rather well stocked with that particular shade of viper. So I sent it back.
Sera: Sent...sent it back?
Vivienne: Yes. It should make its way to you at some point. I was most concerned it would have difficulty on the steps, so I gave it legs. Six of them.
Sera: That's not...you're making fun, right?
Vivienne: Do you sleep with your mouth open? I should avoid that; it was heavy with eggs. Skitter skitter.
Connection to Other Media
When approaching Redcliffe, one of the scouts says, "We spread word the Inquisition was coming, but you should know that no one here was expecting us." This is a reference to the "Nobody expects the Spanish Inquisition!" skit of Monty Python fame.
A Crestwood farm contains a garden with sunflowers and zombies neatly arranged in rows -- a nod to Plants Vs. Zombies' battle screen. A nearby codex entry also mentions the Pauper's Cup, which references PvZ's developer PopCap.
One of the random conversations between Sera and Blackwall focuses on Gray Warden beards. Blackwall quips "I stole all the beards. And all the power held within. There can be only one." The phrase "there can be only one," as well as stealing inner power, reference the Highlander universe, where immortals absorb their opponents' quickenings (stored power and knowledge) through decapitation.
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