Carver – Rivalry
Carver grumbled angrily as the sun filtered in through the window to wake him.
Sun, rivalry +25.
He rolled over, put the sun to his back, and tried to get back to sleep. Just as he was starting to doze off, his brother's mabari hound – Knight – began barking at Maker only knows what.
Hawke, rivalry +10.
It didn't make sense to blame his brother for the hound's barking, at least if thinking about it logically, but if his brother had not been born, then they may have never had the mutt. His brother's voice followed soon after, commanding the hound to cease. Carver was thankful for the silence.
Hawke, rivalry +5.
He managed another hour of sleep before his brother roused him for his help on an errand. He groused through the entirety of it, especially since his brother decided to bring that stupid mage with them. Anders was his name, and just another person to have around to increase their risk of being hunted by the Templars, as if his brother being a mage wasn't reason enough.
He tripped over a rock, much to his displeasure, as they trounced up Sundermount.
Rock, rivalry +50.
Anders had the gall to laugh, as did his brother. And that blight dwarf.
Anders, rivalry +25.
Hawke, rivalry +25.
Varric, rivalry +25.
He really did not like being laughed at. But at least the day wasn't a total waste. The mage they recruited from the Dalish elves was cute and innocently sweet. He could have sworn he was smitten the moment they met.
Merrill, friendship +100.
Suddenly the day seemed perfect, and he couldn't have been in a better mood for the rest of it.
That was until the next morning when the sun returned to wake him far more early than he would have liked.
Sun, rivalry +25.
With a grumble, he rolled over and chose to ignore it.