[colour=#C0C0C0][h2]Nathaniel Stormlight [/h2][/colour]
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[colour=#C0C0C0] Location:[/colour] Eye of the Eye of the Beholder.
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Nathaniel opened his eyes, the room slowly came into focus. A heavy sigh came from him, his chest rising then falling as the soft lining of the bed wrapped him. Confusion etching his face as his brow furrowed. [colour=#C0C0C0]Where am I?[/colour] having to take his time sitting up, the sheets slipping from his bare chest. He took in his surroundings, a well decorated, well lit room, the double bed he was upon was on one side of the room, the door was across the way to him. A loud yawn came from him as he ran a hand through his brown hair, it was soft, definitely bed hair, but clean. 

On the nightstand to his right, a glass rested on it, half filled with water. Reaching for it his muscles were reluctant to obey, but he grabbed the glass, then took a sip.

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His memories slowly started to come back to him. After the alarm and the lockdown had been lifted a Lunarian priest arrived to the temple to check on the temple grounds, at first when she first saw him sat on the floor in front of the divine pool, with all the blood that he was covered in, she thought he was a corpse. It was only until he turned, that her shriek echoed throughout the temple and to the outside. Enough to alert a couple of guards who were on patrol.

After some explanation and a lot of forgiveness, mostly for moving all the benches and braziers to barricade the door. After a huge apology and Nathaniel moving everything back to where it once was, the priest forgave him and whispered a 'Thank you.' for defending the sacred temple. Once Nathaniel was done the Guards escorted him back to the inn. 

There were a lot of stares as he made the slow journey to the inn. With both guards walking close on his heels, Nathaniel felt like a prisoner, being paraded across Dawnhaven,  a few mumbles and hushed voices came from people, some people he kinda recognised as patrons from the inn. Still he kept his head up, not making eye contact with anyone. 

Once in front of the inn, the guards continued their patrol, Nathaniel passed through the door exhaustion was etched across his face, he stunk, of grime, sweat and a lot of blood. The patrons as well as a lot of the members of staff gasped at seeing him, some people even backed away from here. [colour=#C0C0C0]"My luggage was left here?”[/colour] Nathaniel asked, his throat dry. The worker nodded "Y-yes, your luggage has been put into one of the rooms, room 10.  If you are wanting to use the room you'll need   to pay for it." At this point, Nathaniel didn't care, he went into his satchel, pulling out a small satchel of coins, throwing it onto the counter, [colour=#C0C0C0]"I'll rent the room. Also I'm in desperate need of a bath.”[/colour] The person nodded in agreement, let me take you to the bathing chamber so you can clean yourself up. Once she took to the bathing chamber, Nathaniel didn't even wait to undress himself and jumped in fully clothed. It wasn't until his third bath he was fully clean, after his first he took his clothes off and jumped back in. 

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Placing the glass that was now empty back onto the nightstand. He got himself free from the confines of his bedsheets. Sitting on the end of the bed the cold floor kissed the base of his feet, causing a shiver to climb his spine. He rolled his shoulders then his neck followed by stretching his arms. With a shake of his head his hair rested down his back. Today was his first actual day as a citizen of Dawnhaven, regardless of how much he wanted to just stay in bed, he had a few tasks to do. First explore the town, then head to the Alchemy chambers to play meet and greet with the other sages who work there. Given how that other Sage mentioned about his luggage was send here to this inn. But it was more on the feline smile she had. He grumbled to that thought, with a quick motion he got up. Raising his arms over his head he stretched. Striding towards the armoire, opening it up the fresh scent of his clothes came out. 

After he decided on what to wear, he laid them out onto the bed, and put his boots under where they were. Gazing out of the window, the eternal night sky looked just the same, a trickle of snowflakes danced on the wind as they drifted by. The snow wasn't as bad as it was before he went to sleep, he would often find himself gazing out to watch the snowfall or quietly read his book nestled into the nearby chair.

As always, he started his day with some stretching exercises. During his time when he was being tutored his father figured it would be best for Nathaniel, well any of his children to help train their bodies. So for about four years Nathaniel was trained on how to wield a sword and how to fight. Everyday he was asked to do stretches and lunges. Originally he protested at it at first, but then after a few weeks it grew on him, now he mostly does them to keep himself in shape. 

Once his morning workout was done, he quickly brushed his hair, then tied it. Then proceeded to get dressed. A simple white tunic and black trousers hung in the armoire was his coat. Before grabbing his coat, he paused. A knock came from the other side of the door, then a muffled voice 

"Excuse me Lord Stormlight, but breakfast is available for you downstairs." The voice said to him. As if hearing her, Nathaniel's stomach growled almost immediately. [colour=#C0C0C0]"Thank you. I'll be down momentarily after.”[/colour] he responded to the voice. With that footsteps seemed to fade down the hall. 

Once his coat was on he reached for the door, before looking back at the small room. A room he spent an hour placing his things and arranging it. Paperwork store in and on the desk near the window. A series of books, some romantasy, others were just basic fantasy. After one final check at his appearance, he gives a small smile. [colour=#C0C0C0]"I wonder what's for breakfast.”[/colour] he opens the door, the sound of people talking and smell of food coming from the stairs down the hallway. [colour=#C0C0C0]"That smells good”[/colour] he mumbles before closing his room door.

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