Sera: Eeew. You’re an elf. Hope you’re not too elfy.
Solas: Your people suck. Also, you’re wearing slave tattoos, fucktard.
Abelas: You are not my people, mongrel!
Briala: Down here with your own people for once? You stuck up, wannabe shem.
Cassandra: Why can’t you worship the Maker alongside Mythal? And everything in her temple was nonsense, by the way.
Dorian: But elves have better lives as slaves than down here. Cycles of poverty. And all that.
Blackwall: I was expecting you to be … not an elf.
Seggrit: Knife-ear – I-I mean … young lass.
Vivenne: I suppose living so far removed some society, you heathen people wouldn’t understand our ways. And your bones go clickity clackity. It’s funny.
Mother Hevarra: The Maker would send no ELF in our time of need!
Corypheus: My people called your people rats, you know.
Everyone at the ball: The Inquisitor a heathen Dalish? Never!
Ameridan: I failed to stop Hakkon, the fall of our people, and the Blight. Sorry.
Isseya: I made griffons go extinct.
Mythal: Sorry I ignored your prayers. Wait … No, I’m not.
Morrigan: Your people hunt humans for sport. I can generalize because I’m a clever witch. Also, I know more about your people and ancient elves than you, regardless of the fact that I really don’t.
Varric: Why did you drink shitty elf water?
Dalish Clan: You can’t trade with us until you prove you’re not a shem-lover.
Leliana: *kills your entire clan* Erm. Here’s a toothpick.
Cullen: *kills your entire clan* Sorry?
Josephine: *kills your entire clan* But here’s a pommel upgrade for your sword.
Lavellan: Can’t anyone in this fucking world not be a dick????