K, but, like, imagine there are two mage babies in a Dalish clan. An older brother and, like, five years younger sister.
The plan is that the keeper will train both of them until the next Arlathvenn, when the younger kid will go to another clan.
But, like, three weeks before the Arlathvenn, the keeper dies.
The older brother takes over as keeper, expecting his little sister to be his First.
But the little sister isn’t having any of it. She doesn’t want to be bossed around by her big brother, who’s now also her teacher too.
So the two get into a massive fight and and the girl’s brother yells, “If you don’t like my leadership, go see what the world is like outside our camps, Da’len.”
And the girl runs off angrily.
And when the giant Qunari she meets up with in a bar a few months later, she says sadly, “My keeper told me I should see the world.”
The Qunari, Iron Bull, she’d later find out his name is, just assumes that means the myths he’s heard about the Dalish getting rid of extra mages are true, and the girl, who starts going by Dalish, doesn’t bother to correct him.