Nathaniel Howe
Warden Commander of Ferelden
Canon Character
Noble
Grey Warden
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((OOC: Firstfall 15, 9:35, Evening, Vigil's Keep, Amaranthine - @Fergus Cousland ))
The dim light provided by the candles in Nathaniel's room caused him to squint to view the letters before him. The first flashes of a headache began to throb within his head, finger and thumb moving to pinch the bridge of his nose as if it might mitigate the pain.
It never did.
Delilah's husband was dead. Albert was dead. Nathaniel had taken it upon himself to send the appropriate letters to people. There had been one of the Crown to let Constance know. She cared for Albert even less than Nathaniel had but better the news come from him than some agent of hers if that was not already the case.
Now he needed to write to Fergus. A sip of whiskey swallowed down, he reached for his quill and began to write.
Fergus,
Delilah's husband, Albert, was found dead. It looks to be bandits that attacked him while he was off on merchant business. She and the children are doing as well as can be expected.
The tip of the quill lingered upon the page just where Nathaniel was to sign an end. Ink pooled at the tip of the quill and besmirched the paper during the pause. How should he sign? There was the way Fergus deserved, the way Nathaniel felt. But letters had a way of being intercepted and read.
He opted for merely his name.
Nathaniel
The dim light provided by the candles in Nathaniel's room caused him to squint to view the letters before him. The first flashes of a headache began to throb within his head, finger and thumb moving to pinch the bridge of his nose as if it might mitigate the pain.
It never did.
Delilah's husband was dead. Albert was dead. Nathaniel had taken it upon himself to send the appropriate letters to people. There had been one of the Crown to let Constance know. She cared for Albert even less than Nathaniel had but better the news come from him than some agent of hers if that was not already the case.
Now he needed to write to Fergus. A sip of whiskey swallowed down, he reached for his quill and began to write.
Fergus,
Delilah's husband, Albert, was found dead. It looks to be bandits that attacked him while he was off on merchant business. She and the children are doing as well as can be expected.
The tip of the quill lingered upon the page just where Nathaniel was to sign an end. Ink pooled at the tip of the quill and besmirched the paper during the pause. How should he sign? There was the way Fergus deserved, the way Nathaniel felt. But letters had a way of being intercepted and read.
He opted for merely his name.
Nathaniel