Sten: You sing a great deal.
Leliana: Yes, I do. Music lifts my spirit. Would you like me to stop?
Sten: I didn’t say that. Was that part of your Chant?
Leliana: (Laughs) No! It was a ballad about a highwayman and the tavern girl who loved him. Could you not tell?
Sten: All your language sounds the same to me. I thought you were singing of vegetables, actually.