"It is an honour and a privilege to be chosen to train as a Seeker of Truth. Some do not see it that way. I think in some ways it's better than being a Templar. We have more freedom, not simply assigned a Circle to watch over. There's accountability. We can't trust the Templars to always be mindful of their own when they overstep their bounds. When Templars cannot fulfill their duties, we can correct mistakes. But I think it also makes the Seeker Order...seem distant and mysterious. If Templars are already an iron fist, then what does that make those a step above?"

Seekers swoop in when things have gone exceptionally bad, and then disappear again. They poke around when something is wrong, at the Chantry's beck and call, and are allowed much (perhaps too much) leeway in how they go about doing so. They are ever watchful, and yet no one but the Divine watches back. Malcolm leans back in his seat and rubs his chin. "There are so few of us now. If Lord Seeker Lucius and those that follow him are still alive, I'm not sure they can be counted as Seekers any longer." He likes to think that any who would not join would, like himself, eventually make their way to Skyhold. "We could be the last, us three."