《龙腾世纪：审判》多瑞安Dorian队友间触发对话翻译一览

Dorian and Varric

　　Dorian: 一个来自商人工会的议员为什么要加入一场对抗古老邪恶的战争?

　　Varric: 我也可以问一个养尊处优的塔文特贵族同样的问题。

　　Dorian: 你不能说我是养尊处优的!已经好几个礼拜没人给我剥葡萄了!

　　Varric: 和Josephine 谈谈。她会给你安排的。

　　———————

　　Dorian: 那么你是怎么估计这事儿的，Varric?你觉得我们能赢?

　　Varric: 你不是在叫我拿我们亲爱的判官是否能成功这事儿打赌吧?

　　Dorian: 那会是什么样的?三赔一?(大笑)

　　Varric: 赌他/她赢?

　　Dorian: 在Corypheus 从他的屁股里拉出一条大恶魔之后，你在开玩笑吗?

　　Inquisitor: 你还真赌我输?

　　Dorian: 好了好了，如果没有我的加入，赔率至少会是五赔一。

　　或者

　　Inquisitor: 我接受这赔率。

　　Dorian: 看，证明你的自信的机会到了，Varric。

　　或者

　　Inquisitor: 你们两个够了!

　　Varric: 我同意。赌你自己这边输从道德上来讲该被谴责

　　Dorian: (咕哝) 我是个坏人。 (对着Varric) 我们之后再谈。

　　———————

　　Dorian: Varric，我想要一个新的昵称。

　　Varric: 小闪光怎么了?对你来说还不够多彩的?

　　Dorian: 你现在一定更了解我了。或者说你在我们相遇后五分钟给我起的单片眼镜还能用吗?

　　Varric: 我拥有说故事的人的双眼。这是一项天赋。

　　Dorian: 那么，我就有点像是你插在窗台上用来给路人留下印象的光?只有光芒，没有热度?恩……这还挺巧妙的。

　　Varric: 明白了?接受你在宇宙中起到的作用吧，小闪光。

　　———————

　　Dorian: 对Hawke的事我很抱歉，Varric。

　　Varric: 是啊，恩……你又能做什么呢。

　　Dorian: 他有家人或是……

　　Varric: 我得去写信了。我们还是别谈这个了。

　　———————

　　Varric: 对那个赌感觉如何了，小闪光?

　　Dorian: 事实上还挺好的。

　　Varric: 你疯了!我们每一次都打败了Corypheus扭转局势。他在逃窜!

　　Dorian: 我们打败了他的手下，我毛茸茸的小伙伴。不是一回事。而且，真到了我们把Corypheus 打得灰飞烟灭的那一刻，我会很高兴付我输了的钱的。

　　Varric: 嘿，如果他把我们嚼了，你就死了。

　　Dorian: 对，会比较难花掉我赢来的钱。

　　———————

　　Varric: 你本该被嫁出去了是吗，小闪光?现在小法师在这儿横冲直撞的。

　　Dorian: 如果按照我家人的想法，是的。

　　Varric: 已经为你准备好对象了，恩?

　　Dorian: Livia Herathinos。聪明的女孩，沙漏型的身材，能说会道的嘴巴。我猜，她在我走后松了一口气。

　　Varric: 听起来你们两会是快乐的一对。

　　Dorian: 哦对。在每场派对上用含蓄的词辱骂对方会是快活的。

　　———————

　　Varric: 你怎么说，小闪光。十个帝国币赌下一个我们冲向的家伙会喷火。

　　Dorian: 我接受这赌注，我不管怎么样都会赢。

　　———————

　　Dorian: 好吧，可别说我不付赌债。给你，五个帝国币。

　　Varric: 我试着警告你过了。

　　Dorian: 我根本不知道猪兔会有这么可怕的小脚。噩梦产物。

　　———————

　　Dorian: 你知道，Varric，我曾去过Kirkwall一次。

　　Varric: 是吗?

　　Dorian: 有点破。

　　Varric: 是啊……

　　———————

　　Varric: 准备还欠我的那十五克朗了吗，小闪光?

　　Dorian: 如果我不还呢?你这儿有小小的打手来夺走我的财产吗?

　　Varric: 没有，我不知道，我猜我总是可以给你家里寄封信的。

　　Dorian: 矮人使诈了!好吧，好吧，你赢了。这一次。

　　———————

　　Varric: 我看到你在看Bianca，小闪光。管住自己的手。

　　Dorian: 是我就不会担心。她不是我的菜。

　　Varric: 呵。我还以为你是个有品位的男人。

　　Dorian: 对酒和文学，Varric。不是对这……装置，不管它是什么也好。

　　Varric: 装置!?别听他的，甜心。他们这些人是有理由被人诋毁的。

　　———————

　　Dorian: 那么，Varric，你和Cassandra是不是……?

　　Varric: 什么?没有!你怎么会这么问?

　　Dorian: 真的?奇怪。

　　Cassandra: 我就在这里!

　　Varric: 只是因为两个人不喜欢对方，不代表他们要亲嘴，小闪光。

　　Dorian: 你的书里可不是这么说的。

　　Varric: 别把我和那个写Hard inHightown II 的人搞混了。我知道怎么拼写。

　　———————

　　Varric: 那么，小闪光，你对审判庭这事有什么看法?

　　Dorian: 它很有趣。有一个大恶魔攻击我，这是有史以来第一次。

　　Varric: 二十帝国币赌你在一切结束之前还会见到更奇怪的东西。

　　Dorian: 我觉得我不该接受这赌约。

　　———————

　　Varric: 我得问问，这些混账事在你看来是说得通的吗?

　　Dorian: 在我看来?你是指天上那个大洞?还是说那个不存在于教会的警世故事里的想要成为神的生物?

　　Varric: 随便哪个，我感觉自己够大方的。

　　Dorian: 问题在哪儿?某人现身，摧毁一个地方，宣称自己是王?一半历史都是这样的。

　　Varric: Corypheus是那个没人赶的可怕的酒鬼吗?

　　Dorian: 他在天花板上开了个大洞后还是没人赶，常见极了。

　　———————

　　Dorian: 你欠我二十帝国币，Varric。我想你拿蜜枣脯还我。

　　Varric: 我还没打输那个赌。

　　Dorian: 你说我们会陷入屁股高的麻烦里，现在更像是膝盖高的麻烦。

　　Varric: 我没说是谁的屁股，不是吗?

　　Dorian: 矮人总是降低事情的标准。

　　———————

　　Dorian: Varric，你在冬宫的时候，有遇到Celene的侍女吗?

　　Varric: 那几个互相补完对方的话的?我遇到了。

　　Dorian: 她们向我问起你了。一些私人的事。

　　Varric: 呃……有多私人?

　　Dorian: 一些关于你的胸毛的事，还是你最近是否……和别人有一腿。

　　Varric: 啊，吓人。

　　———————

　　Dorian: 你写的那些书，Varric……到底有谁会去读?

　　Varric: 为什么这么问，任何有品位的，和渴望冒险的人。

　　Dorian: 那就是说有很多人?南方的平民竟会识字?

　　Varric: (叹气) 真是自以为了不起。

　　Dorian: 怎么了?我是离开了家乡，Varric，我不是变成了乡下人。

　　———————

　　Dorian:我以为你会和Hawke一起去Weisshaupt， Varric。

　　Varric: 这里还有事儿要做，你不觉得吗?

　　Dorian: 你该感到庆幸。我曾去过Weisshaupt。那里不好，嶙峋的高山，又阴又冷，所有人都认真觉得自己不能撒尿……你不会喜欢的。

　　Varric: Hawke在那里。

　　Dorian: 她/他会是那一抹阳光，这是真的。

　　———————

　　Dorian: Varric，我没听错吧。你之前遇到过Corypheus?

　　Varric: 我们没有喝茶吃饼干，小闪光。我在他醒来时出现在那儿。

　　Dorian: 那他说了什么?“你好，我是闯入黑暗之城的魔导师之一。很高兴遇到你!”

　　Varric: 更像是(清喉咙)“呜哇，我是只暗裔!Dumat!Dumat!”接着Hawke杀了他。

　　Dorian: 显然不太好。

　　Varric: 可不是吗。

　　———————

　　Varric: 我听说你就像是你们家族里的黑绵羊，小闪光。

　　Dorian: 这话从何而来?我不是一只羊。我们家没有一个人可以被形容成是一只“羊”。

　　Varric: 我只是想说，你和我有……相似之处。

　　Dorian: 天啊，我真没想到。

　　Varric: 好吧，没这么相似。

　　———————

　　Dorian: 回答这问题就好了，Varric。

　　Varric: 我妈没养出白痴来，小闪光，我不会回答它的。

　　Dorian: 你一定有看法的。而且你是个矮人!你的观点是公正的!

　　Varric: 我没可能会回答“哪个审判庭法师穿得最好看。”给我全奥扎玛的金子也不行。

　　Vivienne: 还有，答案很明显。

　　———————

　　Varric: 你没加入魔导师协会?

　　Dorian: 我最后说一次：不是所有在塔文特帝国的人都是魔导师。

　　Varric: 但他们分发席位就像它们是糖果一样。

　　Dorian: 是的，但那些是撒了盐的甘草糖，不是好糖。

　　———————

　　Dorian: 想在回Skyhold 的路上再玩一副牌吗，Varric?

　　Varric: 如果是按照你们疯狂的塔文特规则来的就不玩。

　　Dorian: 好了好了，没人因此而死。最近。

　　———————

　　Dorian: Varric，你之前见过这些“红魔晶”，是吗?

　　Varric: 真希望我没见过。

　　Dorian: 你知道法师可以汲取它的能量吗?

　　Varric: 别试这个，小闪光。别好奇它是否有用。别去想它。

　　Varric: 离得远远的就好，并希望它们没有流到你那更蠢的家乡那儿。

Dorian and Varric Edit

　　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 peeled a grape for me in weeks!

　　Varric: Talk to Josephine. She can arrange something.

　　———————

　　Dorian: So what's your estimation, Varric? Think we could win?

　　Varric: You aren't asking me to give odds on our beloved Inquisitor's success?

　　Dorian: What would that look like? Three to one? (Laughs.)

　　Varric: In his/her favor?

　　Dorian: After Corypheus pulled an archdemon out of his ass, are you joking?

　　Inquisitor: You would actually bet against me?

　　Dorian: Now now, if I weren't here, it'd be five to one at least.

　　(or)

　　Inquisitor: I'll take those odds.

　　Dorian: See, here is a chance to prove your confidence Varric.

　　(or)

　　Inquisitor: Enough, both of you!

　　Varric: I agree. So morally reprehensible to bet against your own side.

　　Dorian: (grunts.) I am a bad man. (aside to Varric) We'll talk later.

　　———————

　　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 story teller. It's a gift.

　　Dorian: So, I'm a bit of light you stick in a window sill to impress passersby? All flash, no heat? Hmm... that's actually pretty clever.

　　Varric: See? Embrace your place in the universe, Sparkler.

　　———————

　　Dorian: I'm very sorry about Hawke, Varric.

　　Varric: Yeah, well... what can you do.

　　Dorian: Does he have any family, or...

　　Varric: I've had to write some letters. Let's not talk about it.

　　———————

　　Varric: How are you feeling about that bet now, Sparkler?

　　Dorian: Still good actually.

　　Varric: You're crazy! We're beating Corypheus everytime we turn around. He's on the run!

　　Dorian: We're beating his minions, my hirsute little friend. Not the same thing. Besides, the moment we beat Corypheus into the sand, I'll be more than happy to pay up.

　　Varric: Heh, if he crunches us, you'll be dead.

　　Dorian: That will make it hard to spend my winnings, true.

　　———————

　　Varric: Should you be married off right now, Sparkler? Little magelets running amok.

　　Dorian: If my family had their way.

　　Varric: Had someone lined up for you, huh?

　　Dorian: Livia Herathinos. Bright girl, hourglass figure, wicked tongue. Relieved I'm gone, I expect.

　　Varric: Sounds like you two would have made a happy couple.

　　Dorian: Oh yes. Trading coy insults at every party would have been a delight.

　　———————

　　Varric: What do you think, Sparkler. Ten royals says the next thing we run into farts fire.

　　Dorian: I'll take that bet. I win either way.

　　———————

　　Dorian: Alright, never let it be said I don't pay my debts. Here you are, five royals.

　　Varric: I tried to warn you.

　　Dorian: I had no idea nugs possess such creepy little feet. Stuff of nightmares.

　　———————

　　Dorian: You know, Varric, I went to Kirkwall once.

　　Varric: Yeah?

　　Dorian: Bit of a shithole.

　　Varric: Yeah...

　　———————

　　Varric: Planning on settling that fifteen crowns debt anytime soon, Sparkler?

　　Dorian: And if I don't? Do you have tiny enforcers come strip me of my holdings?

　　Varric: No, I don't know, I suppose I could always send a letter to your family.

　　Dorian: The dwarf plays dirty! Alright, alright, you win. This time.

　　———————

　　Varric: I see you eyeing Bianca, Sparkler. Hands to yourself.

　　Dorian: I would't worry, she's not my type.

　　Varric: Huh. And here I thought you're a man of refined taste.

　　Dorian: For fine wine and literature, Varric. Not for... whatever that contraption is.

　　Varric: Contraption!? Don't listen to him, sweetheart. His people are vilified for a reason.

　　———————

　　Dorian: So Varric, are you and Cassandra... ?

　　Varric: What? No! Why would you even ask that?

　　Dorian: Truly? Bizarre.

　　Cassandra: I'm right here!

　　Varric: Just because two people dislike each other doesn't mean they're about to kiss, Sparkler.

　　Dorian: Not according to your books.

　　Varric: Don't mistake me for that hack who wrote Hard in Hightown II. I can spell.

　　———————

　　Varric: So, Sparkler, what do you think of the Inquisition so far?

　　Dorian: It's certainly interesting. An archdemon attacking me, that's a first.

　　Varric: Twenty royals says you'll see something weirder before the day's out.

　　Dorian: I don't think I should take that bet.

　　———————

　　Varric: I got to ask, does any of this shit make sense to you?

　　Dorian: To me? Are you referring to the giant hole in the sky? Or the creature out of chantry cautionary tale who wants to be a god?

　　Varric: Either, I'm feeling generous.

　　Dorian: What's the problem? Someone shows up, tears the place apart, declares himself a king? That's half of history.

　　Varric: Corypheus is that terrifying drunk nobody'll ask to leave?

　　Dorian: Even after he puts a hole in the ceiling. Terribly common.

　　———————

　　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 who's ass, did I?

　　Dorian: Leave it to a dwarf, always lowering the bar.

　　———————

　　Dorian: Varric, when you were at the Winter Palace, did you meet Celene's handmaidens?

　　Varric: The ones that finish each other's sentences? Yes I did.

　　Dorian: They were asking me about you. Personal things.

　　Varric: Err... how personal?

　　Dorian: Something about your chest hair, and whether you were currently... involved with anyone.

　　Varric: Huh, creepy.

　　———————

　　Dorian: So these books you write, Varric... who actually reads them?

　　Varric: Why, anyone with some taste and a lust for adventure.

　　Dorian: That's a lot of people? Do the southern masses even know how to read?

　　Varric: (sighs.) Such an elitist.

　　Dorian: Yes? I left my homeland, Varric, I didn't up and turn peasant.

　　———————

　　Dorian: I'd assumed you'd go up to Weisshaupt with Hawke, Varric.

　　Varric: Still business to deal with here, don't you think?

　　Dorian: You should be thankful. I've been to Weisshaupt. It's not good. Carved into a mountain, cold, dour, everyone so bloody serious they can't take a piss... you wouldn't like it.

　　Varric: Hawke would be there.

　　Dorian: And s/he is quite the ray of sunshine, that's true.

　　———————

　　Dorian: Varric, did I hear this right? You met Corypheus before?

　　Varric: We didn't have tea and crumpets, Sparkler. I was there when he woke up.

　　Dorian: And he said, what? "Hello, I'm one of the magisters who broke into the Black City. Pleased to meet you!"

　　Varric: More like (clear throats) "Argh, I'm a darkspawn! Dumat! Dumat!" Then Hawke killed him.

　　Dorian: Not very well, it appears.

　　Varric: Tell me about it.

　　———————

　　Varric: So I hear you're kind of the black sheep in your family, Sparkler.

　　Dorian: Where does that saying come from? I'm not a sheep. No one in my family could be described a "sheep".

　　Varric: I'm just saying, you and I have... something in common.

　　Dorian: Goodness, I had no idea.

　　Varric: Okay, not that much in common.

　　———————

　　Dorian: Come on just answer the question, Varric

　　Varric: My mother didn't raise any morons, Sparkler, I won't touch that one.

　　Dorian: You must have an opinion. And you're a dwarf! Completely unbiased!

　　Varric: There's no way I'm answering "which inquisition mage is the best-dressed." Not for all the gold in Orzammar.

　　Vivienne: Also, the answer is obvious.

　　———————

　　Varric: So you're not in the magisterium?

　　Dorian: For the last time: Not everyone in the Imperium is a magister.

　　Varric: But they do pretty much hand out seats like they're candy.

　　Dorian: Yes, but it's that black licorice candy with salt on it, not the good kind.

　　———————

　　Dorian: Care to play another game of cards when we get ack to Skyhold, Varric?

　　Varric: Not if it's with your crazy Tevinter rules.

　　Dorian: Now, now, nobody ever died from those. Lately.

　　———————

　　Dorian: Varric, you've seen this "red lyrium" before, yes?

　　Varric: Wish I hadn't.

　　Dorian: Do you know if a mage could access its power?

　　Varric: Don't go there, Sparkler. Don't wonder if it's useful. Don't even think about it.

　　Varric: Just stay far away, and hope none of it gets to your stupider back home.

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