[colour=#C0C0C0][h2]Nathaniel Stormlight [/h2][/colour]
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[colour=#C0C0C0] Location:[/colour] The Lunarian temple.
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Nathaniel didn't seem to fuss about his coat and shirt; he would likely have another coat in his trunk at the inn; if not, he would just buy another one. Being a Sage at times was, at times, a dirty job, but sometimes the dirt, or in this case, blood, could be beneficial.

When the redhead regained consciousness, Nathaniel stepped back, to give her some space. Looking her over, trying his best not to look too much like an oddball. When Persephone mentioned water, Nathaniel looked around for a cup or something. There were two goblets with a Lunarian decorative trim on the metalwork. Could they have belonged to someone who just forgot about it, or was it from the temple, either way, it'll do. 

Taking the goblet in his hand, the coldness that enveloped his hand was a sign that it hadn't been used, tilting it so he could see the inside of it; it looked bone dry. Satisfied with using the goblet, Nathaniel focused, taking a steady breath, calling on the magic in his system, and it responded to its master's call. The air became heavy around him, mist began to form. The molecules of moisture in the mist began to magnify and multiply. His free hand controls the small tempest of magic, [colour=#C0C0C0] "Don't put too much magic into it”[/colour] Reinforcing himself, placing the goblet under the small amount of mist that begins to form a small cloud in front of him, and freshwater slowly begins to form. Going into the goblet.

He opened his eyes once more. Watching the goblet fill up, he knew he couldn't just keep relying on magic all the time. [colour=#C0C0C0]"Here you go.”[/colour] He said with a little muse in his tone. Listening to what Persephone was saying about a Golden Wolf over the lake. He didn't think much about it, but he made a mental note of it, in case any of the other sages knew anything about it.

There was an uneasy feeling in the pit of Nathaniel's core. Friends? Even though Daphne and himself only shared a small dance and encountered this dead body. Could this be seen as a sign of friendship? Perhaps. He was good at making friends, but his family name often made it difficult, putting a burden on himself. That was one of the reasons why he'd often choose to distance himself from the other children growing up; it felt counterproductive since, at times,s, he can be quite charming and honest with people. But now wasn't the time for those thoughts in his head; building relationships up in Dawnhaven is good since he'll be here for a while.

[colour=#C0C0C0]”So, what's the plan Daphne? In case whatever caused that comes back.”[/colour] he politely asks while he points towards the corpse that he placed on the table. [colour=#C0C0C0] "Because the more I think about it, the more I understand that it wasn't a Blight-born attack, but something else.”[/colour] his gaze shifts towards the entrance to the temple, the cold outside. He slowly made his way to Daphne, [colour=#C0C0C0] "While hauling, I could feel faint traces of magic on it that didn't belong to the victim.”[/colour] he continued, [colour=#C0C0C0]"I'm not afraid to get dirty in a fight.”[/colour] he pauses for a moment, understanding that wasn't the best choice of words. [colour=#C0C0C0]”Regardless, I can help you protect these two.”[/colour]


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Mentions: Daphne [@PrinceAlexus], Kat [@SpicyMeatball]
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