I love that Merrill is from the same clan as Warden Mahariel.
I love that Inquisitor Cadash is related, however distantly, to everyone’s favorite bird-hating golem, Shale.
I love that the Hawke family is related to Warden Amell.
I don’t love that Warden Surana was taken so early that they can’t remember who their family was… but I do love the potential that gives fanfiction writers to invent their own fascinating backgrounds.
I love that Warden Brosca is related to the prince of Orzammar (and that they get a statue in a special spot in Orzammar).
I love that the Trevelyan family is related to House Pavus.
I love that the Cousland’s ancestors were involved in Flemeth’s story… and also werewolves.
I love that Clan Lavellan was savvy enough to send a spy to the Conclave, and then bold enough to demand the Inquisitor be returned to them unharmed.
I love that Warden Tabris’s mom passed down a knife that has been in their family since the Exalted Marches called the fucking Fang of Fen'Harel (!!!!)
I love the letter Adaar gets from the Valo-Kas Mercenaries that has a P.P.S. that says “If you are dead, disregard this message.”
I love that House Aeducan was begun by a dwarf who led the dwarven armies against the darkspawn during the First fucking Blight, holy shit!
I love that Serault is the last destination of Divine Justinia before the Conclave, and that the poor Marquis of Serault gets kidnapped and needs to be rescued by the Inquisition!
Basically, I love that the Warden, Hawke and the Inquisitor (and even the Marquis of Serault) all have a place and history and a gods-be-damned stake in this world, regardless of where they come from.