Nathaniel Howe
Warden Commander of Ferelden
Canon Character
Noble
Grey Warden
Post DAI Timeline
DAO/DA2 Timeline
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“All right,” Cauthrien agreed before canting her head to better regard him. “Where to?”
Excitement he tamped down as to not seem too eager, too pleased, cascaded along his skin at her agreement. The where to Nathaniel really had not thought yet. There were many places they could go to be alone but not all would do. The estate in Amaranthine might draw too much attention. The farmhouse? Fiona’s touches were everywhere and did he really wish to start something new in the midst of memories of the old? No, he did not.
“Hunting. I want to say goodbye to Fiagai in my own way, in the way I know he’d want me to,” he finally replied. Those hunting trips with Fiagai meant a great deal to both men. Some might see something morose in paying tribute to a dead friend with more death. To Nathaniel and Fiagai, hunting was not about the thrill of the kill. The trill was most certainly there when killing a challenging target, but there was something more at play — peace. For a time, neither man were plagued by their troubles.
“It is where I’m happiest when back in Amaranthine,” he confessed quietly. But most importantly, "And we will not be interrupted.” No knocks upon the door. No expectant eyes wishing to garner attention in the hallways. They could be truly alone.
The corners of his mouth tipped into a muted smile. “I know a spot we can go that even has wild blackberries.” No candy.
Excitement he tamped down as to not seem too eager, too pleased, cascaded along his skin at her agreement. The where to Nathaniel really had not thought yet. There were many places they could go to be alone but not all would do. The estate in Amaranthine might draw too much attention. The farmhouse? Fiona’s touches were everywhere and did he really wish to start something new in the midst of memories of the old? No, he did not.
“Hunting. I want to say goodbye to Fiagai in my own way, in the way I know he’d want me to,” he finally replied. Those hunting trips with Fiagai meant a great deal to both men. Some might see something morose in paying tribute to a dead friend with more death. To Nathaniel and Fiagai, hunting was not about the thrill of the kill. The trill was most certainly there when killing a challenging target, but there was something more at play — peace. For a time, neither man were plagued by their troubles.
“It is where I’m happiest when back in Amaranthine,” he confessed quietly. But most importantly, "And we will not be interrupted.” No knocks upon the door. No expectant eyes wishing to garner attention in the hallways. They could be truly alone.
The corners of his mouth tipped into a muted smile. “I know a spot we can go that even has wild blackberries.” No candy.