He had nothing else. He didn’t have any friends. No one from Emblin ever wrote him, ashamed that a family of good Emblin stock should have a mage in it. He’d been rushed off to Skyhold almost the instant his mage gifts became apparent. It was worth it to his family to hide their shame. Not that they’d ever had any pride in him in the first place. Hugh slammed his door shut, slid down to the floor, and then buried his head between his knees to cry.
