[colour=#C0C0C0][h2]Nathaniel Stormlight [/h2][/colour]
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[colour=#C0C0C0] Location:[/colour] The streets of Dawnhaven. 
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As time dragged on, Nathaniel felt the icy grip he had been desperately trying to fend off seep into his body, chilling him to the core. He clenched his jaw tightly, his frosty breath swirling in delicate clouds that hung in the frigid air around him. The thought of casting another spell flickered in his mind, but he quickly dismissed it; he knew it would be reckless. Though his reservoirs of magic were vast, he feared the potential consequences of overexerting himself. 

Suddenly, a figure emerged in the distance, slicing through the shadows and drawing closer with each step. The echo of Ayel's boastful voice filled the air, drowning out the approaching presence for a moment. As the figure stepped into the soft glow of the dimly lit torches that lined the ice-coated streets, Nathaniel felt a glimmer of hope wash over him. Eris. A faint smile broke free from the corners of his mouth as he watched her graceful approach, her presence igniting a warmth within him that stood in stark contrast to the winter chill.

With a subtle flick of his wrist, the ethereal astral hand that had been firmly shaking Ayel slowly faded into a shimmer of transparency before dissipating completely. The dynamic between them shifted as Eris spoke, her voice light yet determined, mentioning the considerable donations the Ayel family had funnelled into research on the blight. Nathaniel’s mind raced back to whispers he had caught of the House of Raunefeldt—wealthy and influential, always eager to lend a hand if it came with a side of self-aggrandizement and the promise of glory. Yet, despite their ulterior motives, this funding brought a spark of hope to the community.

Caught in a moment of surreal reflection, Nathaniel glanced at Ayel. Here they stood: three youths descended from powerful noble lines, each marked by the weight of their family names, poised to illuminate the darkened path ahead. Yet, when Ayel mentioned the tavern, Nathaniel felt a smirk rise within him; why would he ever frequent a place that had never changed? As his mind wandered, he felt a knot tighten in his stomach, remembering the saying about apples and trees. He took a deep breath, his hand clenching into a fist, and steeled himself. 

[colour=#C0C0C0]”My dear nobleman,”[/colour] he began, unsure of the direction his words would take but buoyed by a newfound inspiration. [colour=#C0C0C0]”You may find a way to bring sophistication to that tavern.”[/colour] It was a calculated jab at Ayel's ego, a strategic manoeuvre he hoped would resonate and get him to leave. [colour=#C0C0C0]”I attempted to captivate the crowd myself, but alas, I fell short. Yet you— you possess an undeniable charm. You can command the attention of anyone in the room”[/colour] He paused, letting the weight of his compliment settle in the air. [colour=#C0C0C0]”Buy a few rounds for everyone, and they shall treat you as the royal figure you truly are.”[/colour]

As his gaze shifted back to Eris, he caught sight of her flushed cheeks, warmth blooming against the backdrop of the wintry evening. His heart raced unexpectedly at this sight. What was causing this reaction within him?  [colour=#C0C0C0]”Eris,”[/colour] he began, hesitating as he searched for the right words to express his thoughts. [colour=#C0C0C0]”Since it's my first day here, might you consider taking me on a tour of the Alchemic Chambers? Since we'll need to plan on that task.”[/colour]


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Interactions: Eris [@The Muse] Ayel [@Dezuel]
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