[colour=#C0C0C0][h2]Nathaniel Stormlight [/h2][/colour]
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[colour=#C0C0C0] Location:[/colour] The Crime scene 
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Nathaniel pinched the bridge of his nose rubbing it, more out of habit. He understood where the Prince of Aurelia was coming from with that statement. Tampering with a Lunarian corpse would be considered to be blasphemy. It would mean that he'd have to make more thorough notes on the victim. Whether or not the other sages will appreciate this, that wasn't the least of his problems [colour=#C0C0C0]”I understand; I'll keep an eye out. I'll have a full report on this.”[/colour] Before he had a chance to finish that sentence, the prince was already leaving. The prince wasted little time, and Ayel shortly followed behind, like a little pup chasing its mother.

After the prince left with the others. Nathaniel went back to the body. Since he couldn't do much with the body itself, perhaps it could help with the blood. He paused for a moment. Mulling over some more thoughts, his attention went to the head, he strides over to the head. The face had gaping chunks of flesh missing from it. Nathaniel brushed his tongue across his teeth, something was wrong. The wound from a guess had been bitten multiple times. 

[colour=#C0C0C0]”With multiple bites...why wasn't there a better description of the person that did this.”[/colour] his voice in a hushed tone. His attention was broken as Daphne asked him to grab the body while she helped with the priestess; given her dazed expression, she looked traumatised from this whole ordeal. But there was one thing that kept to himself. Why did she stay behind? An Aurelian priestess would have run to the city of Dawnhaven the moment that the attack happened, but she didn't; why?

Letting those thoughts linger for now, he went into his satchel, pulling out a big piece of leather. Flatly placing it onto the ground. He lifted what was left on the head on the centre of the leather. Then, with each corner of leather, he pulled them over, eventually making a small bag for the head. Once the bag was ready, he pulled some rope, wrapping it around the opening of this makeshift sack. Nathaniel gave a nod, happy with this; with it being cold, it would help from decay, at least for.

Nathaniel stood over the body, or what was left of it. His hands went to the waist of the dead guard, undoing the leather strap that held the sword to the armour. If he wanted to carry the body, it probably would be best not to have the sword in the way. Plus it would help carry the head. After taking the belt with the sword of the guard and placing it around his waist, he then fastened the head bag to the belt, giving it a secure tug to tighten it. 

Once they were secured it was time for the body. Bending his knees, he grabbed one of the guard's arms, bringing the torso up to his shoulders; with a swift motion, he managed to lift the corpse onto his body. He swayed a little bit, almost losing his footing. He kept himself up, somehow. This would have been impossible for him to even do. Growing up he was considered to be a real twig. So while he was training on how to fight, he'd often do regular workouts, in case of these moments. Thankfully it's been put to good use. 

He could have easily used magic to help himself with carrying the body, but he refrained from doing so, keeping his magic in case that thing came back or something else went wrong. Still, he kept his magic under the surface, ready to unleash itself from his command. There was a strange smell from the body. [colour=#C0C0C0]”Is that the corpse making that smell or something else?”[/colour] he whispered, then his attention went back to the two ladies.

[colour=#C0C0C0]”I'll follow you two; I don't know where I'm going.”[/colour] he mused. [colour=#C0C0C0]”But we'll need to be quick.”[/colour] he said to the girls. Taking his time walking towards the pair.

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Mentions: Flynn [@The Muse]Ayel [@Dezuel], Daphne [@PrinceAlexus], Valthyr [@Fetzen] Kat [@SpicyMeatball]
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