You’re not certain if the Maker hates you, or if you’re just the stupidest Grey Waren to ever exist.

You’ve recently completed the Joining ritual to become a Grey Warden; having survived the initial consumption of Darkspawn blood and being promptly christened as a Warden. It’s not exactly an opportune time, since apparently there’s intelligent Darkspawn now and you’re trying to find out how that’s even possible, but the world works in mysterious ways.

Though, of course, the “mysterious ways” of the world led to you being separated from the Warden Commander and the rest of the group.

Which in turn led to you getting ambushed by a small battalion of organized Darkspawn. You’d fought bravely of course, but alas, your two hands couldn’t take them all down, and you were promptly bludgeoned into unconsciousness.

Though instead of waking up a horrifying monstrosity or not waking up at all, you found yourself on a stone table. And above you was… the oddest looking Darkspawn you’d ever seen. Taller than most, and bearing an almost humanoid visage.

And then he began speaking in a low, oddly breathy voice.

“So you are one of the Grey Wardens…” He began, voice quiet and low, “do not be frightened. Your injuries have been tended to… I apologize for what I must do. I do not wish to be your enemy.”