[COLOR=#C0C0C0][h2]Nathaniel Stormlight[/h2][/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#C0C0C0]Outside Eye of the Beholder.[/COLOR]
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Mentions: Eris, Flynn[@The Muse] Aldrick[@Spicymeatball]
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Sitting at that booth opposite Eris, was an incredible experience for him. The discussion between the two researchers wasn't about research. It was about family. Eris brought up how her mother had been arranging meetings, but they never planned out. Both Aurelians laughed as they took sips of their drinks. Another discussion that they had was their interest in books, both enjoying fantasy genres, but it seemed that there was another type of genre that Eris liked, but Nathaniel wasn't sure. He didn't want to pry as it would damper their pleasant conversation. 

Between their conversations on life and family, it felt like the other patrons didn't seem like they were all there. A melody seemed to break through their chat, it was a violin. Whoever played this stringed instrument, they were indeed talented. Nathaniel looked over to who was playing. His eyes widened, surprised at who was playing. [colour=#C0C0C0][i]Wow. Aldrick is here too.[/i][/colour] Nathaniel had heard tales of Aldrick from the lips of other nobles that he would encounter during balls and other aristocratic meetings. 

Eris's voice boomed out of nowhere catching Nathaniel off guard as he turned back to face she was halfway getting up out of the booth with her notes. There was one piece of parchment still left on the table. Picking up the paper with a couple of fingers. He didn't get a chance to read it before it was snatched away by Eris as she hastily came back to the booth and then left again. 

He watched her run off to a person, it was the Prince. She did have something important to say to him, so it was fine. Sitting at the booth wasn't too bad; another waitress came over with two tankards of mead. But when she noticed that Nathaniel was on his own the waitress didn't say anything, instead offering Nathaniel a tankard of mead. [colour=#C0C0C0] ”Thank you.”[/colour] he said with a smile, the waitress placed the other tankard on the table. He didn't get a choice to refuse, as it would be considered rude and ungrateful. The waitress spoke. “If she hasn't come back by the time I finish my shift, how about I sit with you?” her tone was alluring and flirtatious. [colour=#C0C0C0]”That’s a kind offer but I'll pass.”[/colour] Nathaniel responded. The waitress shrugged her shoulders with a “well it was worth a try” expression.

Bringing the tankard of cold mead to his lips, an aroma of Cherries and honey came with it. Taking a sip. It was sweet, not too sweet, apart from that, it was nice. [colour=#C0C0C0][i]Not bad.[/I][/colour] he thought as he put his drink back on the table. The place was getting more lively as people clapped in rhythm with Aldrick's musical performance. There were a few who clapped out of sync with the others, but that couldn't be helped as they looked like they had had a few too many already. Nathaniel gently tapped his mug with his index and middle finger, listening to the present tune that was captivating him. It wasn't the alcohol, as he only just started. But he wanted to enjoy himself with this feast.