[ Nodding. She was fourteen and remembers the Blight very well. One of those life-shaping events that get burned into the memory. ]

Well. The Joining is one thing, really, but I didn't mean that specifically. It's just... [ She opens one of her hands, gesturing with it in the space between them. ] Anyone can become a Warden. From any background, any past, any walk of life.

But! We were talking about me. The day I joined the Grey Wardens my husband had just been killed by a Hurlock.