《龙腾世纪：审判》多瑞安Dorian队友间触发对话翻译一览
Dorian and Sera
Dorian: 你那些箭是从哪儿搞来的，Sera?你有几百支箭。
Sera: 从你屁股里来的!
Dorian: 那我的屁股该开家店的!它的库存显然丰富极了。
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Dorian: 让我高兴下，Sera。在我说“恶魔”时你想到了什么?
Sera: 箭。
Dorian: 好吧。“魔导师?”
Sera: 箭。
Dorian: 不怎么有用。但考虑到我们的历史，我会接受的。“奇术?”
Sera: 什么?
Dorian: 魔法产物。有用的奇迹。
Sera: 噢噢噢。箭。
Dorian: (叹气)
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Dorian: 我不敢相信你害怕魔法，Sera。它是一项天赋，就像这个世界之于我，就像你的弓之于你。你当然会明白没什么好去畏惧一个被恰当使用的工具的?
Sera: 把这些话说给那些对着人们的脸挥舞工具的“恰当的”法师听。
Dorian: 只是你的想象而已。
Sera: 那Coryphemus又怎么说?他又有多少“恰当的工具”?
Varric: (如果在队)要是你问我，我会说几乎还不够。
Sera: 还有那些反叛法师?他们又有多少“恰当的工具”?
Dorian: 那不是——我觉得我说不下去了。
Sera: 这就对了，恩，我不在乎你多有天赋。别把它强塞到别人不需要它出现的地方。
Vivienne: (如果在队) 造物主啊，她怎么会是不明白呢?
Blackwall: (如果在队) (大笑)
Cole: (如果在队) 我不懂了。
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Sera: 怎么了，Dorian?别看我了。
Dorian: 我在想，多让你熟悉下的话，会不会治愈你对魔法的怀疑。
Sera: 我不需要和你的工具熟悉。
Dorian: 请别再说“工具”了，考虑到魔法能达成的成就。它们对你和所有人来说都是有益的。就像造物主说的那样，“魔法为服务而生。”
Sera: 我不在乎。我喜欢你，Dorian。别毁了这一点。
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Sera: 你们那些魔导师，他们都长了张Corypheus的脸吗?
Dorian: 不能这么说。Corypheus是独一无二的。我们发现它是最早的暗裔之一。
Sera: 我的意思是，他们都是疯子吗?想要当神?像这样“木哈哈哈哈!”地笑?
Dorian: 哦，这点啊。不全是这样，但有不少。
Sera: 你们让他们活着?为什么?
Dorian: 总是有更多像他们这样的人出来。像Corypheus这样的人不是先天所致，是后天铸就的。
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(如果判官和Dorian好上了)
Sera: 你和判官，嘿?是什么样的?马上长枪比武?
Dorian: 稍稍少了些马，当然，有更多的喝彩。
Sera: (大笑)好。
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Sera: 你笑起来不像个塔文特人。
Dorian: 那塔文特人笑起来该是什么样的?
Sera: 残忍又愚蠢，像是……(崩坏地笑)
Dorian: 哦别。除非你拿到魔导师执照，否则你不允许这么笑。
Sera: 我就知道!Varric 欠我一块金币。
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(如果判官没有和Iron Bull或是Dorian好上)
Sera: (笑)
Dorian: 有什么好玩的?
Sera: 你、和、Bull。(笑)
Dorian: 我、我很高兴能娱乐到你，但我能从我的私事中获得什么是我的私事。
Sera: 我知道你获得了什么。
Sera: 就像是从树上掉到蛋奶冻里。
Sera: 太高了!哐!太快了!哐!叶子!哐!哗!
Dorian: 我不确定哪一点更糟，是你的嘲讽还是你的精准。
Iron Bull: (如果在队)呃，取决于树上还剩什么。
Cole: (如果在队)叶子。
Varric: (如果在队) 叶子?
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(如果判官和Sera好上了)
Dorian: 我看到你能从你那卓越的情人那儿找到挺多乐子的。(注，Dorian在此处说“情人”时用的是古语，所以下文Sera听不懂)
Sera: 什么?它正在附近表演吗?
Dorian: (如果判官是法师)不是!哎哟，不是!我是指你显然挺享受你的新恋情的。
Dorian: 你没法找到更私人的魔法入门指导了。
Sera: 她不一样，所以没关系。
Dorian: 有这么简单?
Sera: 可以这么简单。为什么不行?
Dorian: (如果判官不是法师) 我是说你显然挺享受你的新恋情的。
Sera: 那你为什么不这么说?
Dorian: 我这么说了，用了一些你显然不明白的词。
Sera: 用你知道，别人不知道的词有什么意义?你能和谁去说这些词?
Dorian: 为了我们两个人好，我还是收回这个问题吧。
Sera: 遗憾，因为我们很好。这就是我在她被怪人包围时还跟着她的原因。
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Sera: 恶魔!飘动的袍子!
Dorian: 贼!狗臭味!
Sera: 邪教垃圾!
Dorian: 奸诈的teyrns!
Sera: 什么?如果你瞎编个词出来就不符合“你们这类人是狗屎”的游戏规则了!
Dorian: Teyrn是一个费雷登的爵位，它代表的地位只在皇室成员之下。我以为你们都知道。
Sera: 你……呃……自以为是!
Dorian: 太晚了!轮到我了。
Sera: 呸!
Dorian and Sera Edit
Dorian: Where did you get all those arrows, Sera? You've got hundreds.
Sera: From your arse!
Dorian: Well my arse should open up a shop! Apparently it's quite prolific.
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Dorian: Indulge me, Sera. What do you think of when I say "demon?"
Sera: Arrows.
Dorian: Fine. "Magister?"
Sera: Arrows.
Dorian: Not helpful. But given our history, I'll accept it. "Thaumaturgy?"
Sera: What?
Dorian: Magical endeavors. Helpful wonders.
Sera: Ohhh. Arrows.
Dorian: (Sighs.)———————
Dorian: I can't believe you're scared of magic, Sera. It's a gift as mundane to me as your bow to you. Surely you see there's nothing to fear in a properly used tool?
Sera: Tell that to all the "proper" mages wavin' their tools in peoples' faces.
Dorian: There's an image.
Sera: What about Coryphemus? How many "proper tools" does he have under him?
Varric: (if in party) Not hardly enough, if you ask me.
Sera: And the rebel mages? How many "proper tools" have they raised?
Dorian: That's not-- I don't think I can continue.
Sera: Right, well, I don't care how gifted you are. Don't cram it where it's not wanted.
Vivienne: (if in party) Maker, how does she not know?
Blackwall: (if in party) (Laughs)
Cole: (if in party) I'm lost.
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Sera: What, Dorian? Stop looking at me.
Dorian: I'm wondering if familiarity would cure your suspicion of magic.
Sera: I don't need to be familiar with your tool.
Dorian: Please stop saying "tool," and consider how much magic can accomplish. There are benefits for you and everyone; as the Maker said, "magic exists to serve."
Sera: I don't care. I like you, Dorian. Don't ruin it.
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Sera: Your Magisters. They all like Corphy-face?
Dorian: Not quite. Corypheus is one-of-a-kind. An original darkspawn, it turns out.
Sera: I mean, are the all crazy? Wanting to be gods? "Muahahaha!" like that?
Dorian: Oh, that. Not all of them, but enough.
Sera: And you let them live? Why?
Dorian: There's always more where they come from. Men like Corypheus aren't born, they're made.
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(If the Inquisitor is in a romance with Dorian)
Sera: You and the Inquisitor, hey? What is that like? Jousting?
Dorian: Fewer horses, marginally. More cheering, definitely.
Sera: (Laughs) Nice.
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Sera: You don't laugh like a Tevinter.
Dorian: How is a Tevinter supposed to laugh, exactly?
Sera: Cruel and stupid, like... (cackles.)
Dorian: Oh no. You're not allowed to laugh like that until you get your magister license.
Sera: Knew it! Varric owes me a sovereign.
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(If Inquisitor is not in a romance with Iron Bull or Dorian)
Sera: (laughs)
Dorian: Something particularly funny?
Sera: You. And Bull. (laughs)
Dorian: I-I'm glad it amuses you, but what I get from my affairs is my affair.
Sera: I know what you get.
Sera: It's like falling through a tree into custard.
Sera: Too high! Wham! Too fast! Wham! Leaves! Wham! Splat!
Dorian: I'm not sure which is worse, the mockery or the accuracy.
Iron Bull: (if in party) Eh, depends how much rest the trees had.
Cole: (if in party)Leaves.
Varric: (if in party) Leaves?
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(If Inquisitor is in a romance with Sera)
Dorian: I see you're having fun with your illustrious paramour.
Sera: What? Is it showing?
Dorian: (if Inquisitor is a mage) No! Ugh, no! I meant you appear to be enjoying your new relationship.
Dorian: You couldn't ask for a more personal introduction to magic.
Sera: She's different, so it doesn't matter.
Dorian: It's that simple?
Sera: Could be. Why not?
Dorian: (if Inquisitor is not a mage) I meant you appear to be enjoying your new relationship.
Sera: Then why didn't you say that?
Dorian: I did, in words you apparently don't understand.
Sera: What's the point of words you know, but others don't? Who would you say them to?
Dorian: Let me do us both a favor and retract the question.
Sera: Pity, because we're great. That's why I'm following her around with weirdies.
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Sera: Demons! Flappy robes!
Dorian: Thieves! Dog stink!
Sera: Culty shits!
Dorian: Treacherous teyrns!
Sera: What? It's not a proper game of 'Your people are shit' if you make up words!
Dorian: Teyrn is a Fereldan title, beneath only the family of the king. I'd have expected you of all people to know that.
Sera: You're...well, that's...Smartasses!
Dorian: Too late! I believe that's my round.
Sera: Piss!———————
Dorian: I can't figure you out, Sera.
Sera: That's a surprise, innit?
Dorian: You just picked up a bow one day, and poof! Expert marksman! A veritable savant!
Sera: A what?
Dorian: A savant. A natural. Meaning you needed no training.
Sera: Not your business if I do or didn't. Like I don't ask if you "naturally" shoot fireballs out your arse, or just opinions.
Dorian: I'll... keep that in mind.