[There's the sound of a book opening, pages being flipped.]

"To be a Keeper or apprentice is a painful sacrifice of self. It means the wellbeing of the self is secondary to that of someone else, anyone else, whatever the need. I have been Keeper's First from a very young age. When I was nine years old, a plague came to our clan. It was my task at that time to tend to the sick and dying, and aid in the burial of the dead. Duty among the Dalish does not know age, size, or strength. It is expected that a Keeper or apprentice will find the strength needed at the time they need it, with nothing given back."

That's why I left. If that's not a sensational enough exposée for you, go get your excitement from someone else. You don't have any business poking around for my personal story when you haven't even given me your name.