The waiting ends now. I'm joining the templars of Kirkwall.
It was the only thought running through my head, despite mother's pleadings. But her desperate gestures and words against the contrary seemed only a small hindrance, for in this moment my ambition was greater than any nobleman's in this city.
"Please, Carver, don't do this - !" Mother begged.
"Mother, my brother informed me of my namesake," I replied, fastening the buckles on my newly acquired templar uniform gloves. "I ought to make it worth something."
"But we have come this far, surely there are other ways for you to make a difference!"
Suddenly the front door burst open, alarming even Gamlen, who had been drinking himself silly all this time. To our amazement, my brother sauntered into the living room as if he had become the viscount.
"Mother! We did it - !" he exclaimed happily, arms raised.
Upon seeing my uniform, his confident expression dropped into disgust.
"What are you doing in that? What's going on?" my brother asked.
"My boy, please talk some sense into your younger brother," Mother said sadly.
"What - ?"
"I've already made my decision," I declared.
"But being a templar is so dangerous!" Mother explained.
"Are you mad?! You'll join the templar order so you can become a slave to the Chantry?!" my brother retaliated.
"I'm no stranger to danger. And I'm tired of waiting around to be called at your whim. It is time for me to take my own path."
With that I stormed past the two of them, leaving my mother – who had collapsed at my brother's feet – and my family in the midst of the confusion. I did not bother to look back, for I never felt more important and proud of my name. Despite what my family thought, I knew I was going to make things right in the end.
My name is Carver Hawke, and this is the story of how I became a templar.