(The Blood of Arlathan Spoilers)
(Audio of Solas and Elgar'nan bickering in Rook's head. Audio script included.)
Solas: Elgar'nan! Lethallin! Ma banal'evanuris. Ma salin ar ghilana?
Elgar'nan: Fen'Harel! You have no power here!
Elgar'nan: So the Dread Wolf has arrived to defend his pawn.
Solas: Your cruelty forced my hand.
Elgar'nan: A hundred generations, and still the same refrain.
Solas: Again, you have caged our people, and again, I will set them free.
Elgar'nan: But you were always stubborn, Fen'Harel. Insubordinate. Unmanageable, even by Mythal's reckoning.
Solas: You have lost the right to speak her name.
Elgar'nan: Ma vallas ban! Shev gar, Fen'Harel!
Solas: The only reason Mythal joined you was that she knew the monster you would become if left unchecked. She thought to temper your brutish ego. Instead, you betrayed her. Murdered her.
Elgar'nan: (Chuckles) Only the first time, Dread Wolf.
[Elgar'nan talking to Rook]
Elgar'nan: Your struggle is pointless, and your faith in the Dread Wolf is misplaced. Give up. Save yourself. Save your friends.
Solas: The cruelty is nothing new, but what happened to the vaunted brilliant mind of Elgar'nan the mighty? The blight has left you blunt and slow, a monster, not a mastermind. You used to be a challenging opponent.
Elgar'nan: You saw me as an opponent. To me, you were an irritation. A fly buzzing ceaselessly.
Solas: I must speak to you in this tongue. It seems Elven is beyond your grasp.
Elgar'nan: As much as freedom is beyond yours.
Solas: Once the blight is free, it will rule this world, and you will be its attack dog. You will burn this world at its command, as Andruil did at yours, and you will leave only ruin behind you.
Elgar'nan: This world is ruined already! Your Veil destroyed it!
Solas: You could heal it. You have the strength to repair the damage without using the blight!
Elgar'nan: (Choked laughter) Save your games for the mortals, Dread Wolf. The blight is my blade, and it will take more than your tricks to get me to lay it down. Your whining comes from envy, Fen'Harel, but it does not have to be so. There is a place for you at my side in a new, glorious empire.
Solas: But it will not have eluvians, will it? June built them, and now he is dead. Our great cities came from Sylaise. Our deepest mysteries from Dirthamen.
Elgar'nan: I will restore it all. Their achievements will not be lost.
Solas: You were a bully who ruled over what others had built, and now the others are gone. Who do you have left? Ghilan'nain? You cannot rebuild a world by stitching together monsters.
