The crow that would become a Warden.

The crows are a deadly organization. One that spread fears throughout Antiva from the highest noble to the poor farmer. If you don't want to end up slaughtered while you sleep, never cross a crow. But what happens if you are a crow who wants to leave that life. Considering that being a crow is for life. You fake your death. Leaving a charred body with your burnt armor in a small house. Your friends wouldn't miss you. They never felt freedom like you have. As a former Dalish, you craved your freedom. You ascended within the crows rank, gaining the guild master's trust. Now you are free, the dagger you feared a ocean apart from you.