"Mm, I was an orphan, and my...well, call him my guardian, I suppose...gave me to the Chantry when I was a boy, and they put me in training to be a Templar. I was just on the verge of taking my vows when I was conscripted into the Wardens." He leaned back in his chair, looking down. "The thing is, I really didn't want to be a Templar, and one reason was that I wasn't sure what they were doing was a good idea. Yes, magic can be dangerous, and yes, maleficar certainly were a problem, I had no difficulty with either of those. But I sat in on a Harrowing once, and it was...well, called harrowing with good reason. And I've known a lot of mages who were good people, plain and simple, who deserved to be out in the world and not locked up somewhere."
He looks down into his coffee mug. "The only idea I have is to become a policeman or something, but I don't even know what the laws here are, much less how to enforce them. Worse, my experience in Templar training showed me pretty clearly what problems can arise if the laws themselves are wrong. What do you do then? That's my worry."