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   “Do not be too hasty with such compliments, I do hate to disappoint. Oh, my faith keeps me here. Serving the Maker, attempting to do whatever good I am capable of doing. I do think that is the best I could do with my life, actually.”
"So young and yet so devoted. Don't let the world crush your faith, it is a beautiful thing to behold. The Order needs more like you to uphold its tenets, too many have forgotten what the templars were sworn to do."
   “—-Oh. My apologies, Ser, I did not mean to disturb you. However, I might never turn down a nice cup of tea whenever I’m offered one.”
"You have more manners in you than most of the youth of today. What is a young man such as yourself doing around here when you have the entire world at your fingertips?"Â
Here lies the abyss, the well of all souls. From these emerald waters doth life begin anew. Come to me, child, and I shall embrace you. In my arms lies Eternity.
Andraste 14:11 (via wondersofthedas)
"A good thing that I’m not lying then."
"Then I suppose you're not the apostate named Anders dwelling in Darktown I was sent to meet by a mutual friend of ours?"
"Ah, there was a man. He paid me to give you this letter. He— did not say you were a templar."
"You have nothing to fear from me, child. I am no longer a part of the Order. Now, about this letter?"
"If you wish but first allow me to know your name. I am Josephine…"
"Josephine is a very pretty name. Is it Orlesian? Regardless, I am Maurevar Carver."
"Well, it… is my cave. My name is on the wall outside. But you’re… You look like a Templar. I don’t deal well with Templars.”
"Then fear not. I've not been part of the Order for well on near a decade now. Given your fear of templars, I would assume you're an apostate. You should perhaps rethink this strategy of hiding in caves. Speaking from experience, a templar worth his salt would know to look for run away mages in one."
"A rare find, although worth it to discover. You have the look of one who keeps his eyes alert. Your name?"
"Maurevar Carver." He smiled at the stranger, inclining his head in deference. "And could I have the honour of knowing yours?"
Carver felt bad that he couldn’t remember much talk about his father’s friends. Even from what he could remember, he couldn’t recall any of their names. “It’s good to meet one of his old friends, Ser. “Â
"Please, call me Maurevar." It did not feel right to him to bear that honorific any longer when he was no longer part of the Order, but this was not to time to divulge that piece of information. "And it is good to finally meet one of Malcolm's sons. I was heartbroken when I heard of his death, but your father was a good man."
" — and here I thought I looked ruggedly handsome. O, how astray I’ve been led without your wise counsel."
"Come now, I had Leandra promise me that she'd keep you in line. If I'd known she'd go so soft on you I might have dropped by once in a while."
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"I was not expecting company today, especially in so many number, but I do believe tea would be in order. Please sit and make yourselves comfortable."
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"Please excuse the mess. I was not expecting company and it's not often I receive visitors. What can I do for you?"
"Oh. If you’re looking for the true troublemaker, you should look for my brother. But, yes, I’m Carver Hawke." He nodded in greeting. "It’s nice to meet someone who knew my father."Â
"Ah, I see. Carver." A corner of his mouth twitched as he regarded the young boy. Not quite a man yet in his eyes, far from being one, yet so eager to step into adulthood. The youthful energy was recognizable as well. "We were good friends, your father and I. Malcolm was... quite the character."
" — you’ve nary aged a day, my friend. All those years spent claiming I’d turn you grey amounted to lies and slander."
"And you look like you're one foot in the grave already, Malcolm. What have you been doing to yourself?"Â
"Curiosity, is it? Hm. Have you learned that a drop of curiosity can lead to an ocean of danger, yes?"
"Not that one in particular, but I have heard many of its like. I'm an old enough man to know my limits and to recognize a man with secrets as well."
"Everyone has a story. You only need to ask the right questions to hear them…"
"I believe the standard protocol would be to buy a lady such as yourself a drink first before the I ask the questions."