Since it was lost in the server crash, here's a few previews of Valerie now that she's mostly complete.
Shadows of Amn
Aerie: Do you ever do anything but read and practice magic, Valerie? It seems like a horribly boring way to live.
Valerie: What else can I do, Aerie? You've seen how most people in Amn flinch when they see my robes. I'm the witch in the woods that eats children, the monster under the bed.
Aerie: You can't be serious! Who would ever think mages are monsters like that?
Valerie: People who have lost family to mages, Aerie. Sythilis. Cyrvisnea. The Corthalas. Irenicus. Even Kalah. The Cowled Wizard strike teams that fought Irenicus had been preparing to assault the circus tent.
Aerie: Even one is too many, but... Magic isn't evil, Valerie. You have it in your blood.
Valerie: I know. Magic is no more or less innately moral than any mundane force, but... Aerie, abuse of magic is why Amn has no king anymore. Who wants to be friends with someone who has it in their very blood?
Aerie: I do, Valerie.
Valerie: Imoen... I know you may not want to hear this, but I've been reviewing what I know of your arrest, and the circumstances thereof.
Imoen: Yeah, yeah. You made it pretty damn clear where you stood before. Dumb little Imoen tried to save her life, and those of everyone around her, and got arrested for breaking laws she didn't know were around for her trouble.
Valerie: You've always been reckless. You still are. But in this instance, for once in your life, you were in the right. I want to say that the furor of the magisters over the deaths of my colleagues excuses them, but that's simply not true.
Valerie: Loyalty is a two-way street. It is my duty to obey orders, and to question orders when they are ill-conceived. I should have done so earlier.
Imoen: Uh huh. I notice you aren't saying they were wrong to arrest me.
Valerie: They weren't. As I knew the facts at the time, they also were not wrong to sentence you to Spellhold. I had been lied to about what Spellhold is. I told <CHARNAME> you wouldn't be harmed. That the main danger in Spellhold was boredom.
Imoen: Sweet Tymora, what does it take to get a goddamn apology out of you?
Valerie: I am sorry about what you endured in Spellhold. There are not many I would wish that fate upon. But I acted and decided as best I could with the knowledge I had at the time.
Imoen: You're an uptight, hypocritical, self-righteous bitch, Val. And thank you.
And one path through one of Valerie's friend/lovetalks. This is from the track where you befriended Valerie in Baldur's Gate 1, including taking the kiss at the end, and qualify for her romance.
Valerie: <CHARNAME>, are you feeling okay? Those Bhaalspawn dreams took a toll on you up north, but I haven't noticed anything weirder than normal about you since we met again.
Charname: Define what's normal for us first.
Valerie: A typical daily schedule including mayhem, mortal danger, plunder, and risk of death, and homicidal would-be gods or agents thereof. Season to taste with mad wizards, prophetic dreams, and international crisis.
Valerie: And possibly unresolved sexual and romantic tension between you and a certain blonde sorceress, but I wouldn't know anything about that and might be mistaken.
Charname: I don't know if they're prophetic, but I am having dreams. Weird ones, but not like the ones I had up north.
Valerie: Hmmm. Maybe your Bhaalspawn blood is acting up after killing Sarevok? Or maybe whatever Irenicus did to you is having an effect. I did some research in Athkatla before you turned up again, trying to understand what happened. I didn't come up with much, unfortunately. I had no better luck studying what we - the Cowled Wizards - know of Alaundo's prophecies. Brothers and sisters will turn on each other, rivers of blood will flow, yadda yadda yadda.
Valerie: It still doesn't feel right thinking of you as a Bhaalspawn. Bhaalspawn aren't supposed to be kind, beautiful women who make you choke on your words. I thought they'd all be brutish monsters like Sarevok.
Charname: Valerie, it's been too long since we've done this. (Kiss Valerie)
Valerie: (Valerie returns your kiss with stronger passion than you remember from the Sword Coast. She's grown since then, and her voice is throaty when your lips finally part) Damn right it has, <CHARNAME>.
Throne of Bhaal
Sarevok: You do not fear me, sorceress.
Valerie: I've watched you die at our hands twice now, and by all appearances you learned nothing either time. I'm not worried about round three.
Sarevok: Hah! Here I thought you were trailing idly in my sibling's wake.
Valerie: Your bravado is of no consequence to me, mister Anchev. If we need to put you down like a mad dog yet again, we will.
Sarevok: You remind me of Semaj. He thought nothing in the world could challenge him, too.
Mazzy: Are you feeling well, my dear?
Valerie: I'm fine, I just needed a minute. Regulating my magic sometimes takes a bit of attention.
Mazzy: I beg your pardon?
Valerie: You know the kind of spells I can toss around at will these days? That kind of raw power inside me sometimes needs conscious effort to keep under control.
Mazzy: I see. Your discipline is commendable, my dear. Here, a sip of hot tea should help you calm down.
Valerie: Thank you, Mazzy. You've always been a good friend. Or should I start calling you Lady Fentan at this point?
Mazzy: Oh hush! I don't need that kind of adulation from my friends!
And one path through one of Valerie's Throne of Bhaal lovetalks:
Valerie: Well, I suppose there's no pretending I didn't see all this coming. War with your siblings was inevitable. I still love you, <CHARNAME>, but I'd be lying if I said this Five business doesn't give me pause.
Charname: Are you afraid, Valerie?
Valerie: Irenicus was as great a evil as any book could spin, but an evil wizard is something I can understand. Solars and pocket planes and demigods... Yes, I am afraid. I follow you out of love, trust, and belief that this is the best thing I can do.
Charname: Well that's a relief. Here I was beginning to think you just followed me to share my tent at night.
Valerie: I resent that accusation! I'm a lady! How dare y-ahahahaha. Sorry. I couldn't keep a straight face. Fact of the matter is, you're the only person I see in this mess who might bring us a better future. The place of the strong is, as ever, between the weak and those who would prey upon them.
Charname: Still saying that after all this time.
Valerie: It's comforting. Reminds me why I plunge into this insanity. Not that you aren't a compelling reason in your own right, of course.
Charname: Philosophy, sex, and religion. You are a weird girl.
Valerie: Why yes, according to the last hundred or so times you've told me that. I suppose it must be true. Oh, don't give me that look. I'm kidding. I mean it's true, but I'm kidding.
