Nathaniel Howe
Warden Commander of Ferelden
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Noble
Grey Warden
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((OOC: Cloudreach 23, 9:34 to the evening of the 24th, @Cauthrien ))
"Ser Cauthrien returns, m'lord," the guard standing before Nathaniel's desk informed.
The thought had niggled at Nathaniel's mind briefly upon his trip back from Highever that Cauthrien might change her mind and decide not to willingly associate with a Howe again. He would not have blamed her if she had. But she was a woman true to her word and returned to the Keep.
Would she still be willing to speak with him, though? He hoped so, but not on this day. He would seek her out the next day. Rest and a hot meal before questions was appropriate. Nathaniel nodded to the guard. "Have someone show her a room in the Warden wing of the Keep."
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Nathaniel's invitation went out the next day via a guard after dinner. He waited until the end of the day because he had not wanted to seem anything of those things he knew he was, eager and desperate.
Rendon Howe was a man that protected his secrets and liked to present himself as an chameleon, always morphing himself to match the mood and whims of those he wished to influence. There was little chance he'd revealed anything about his reasons or actions to Cauthrien, but Nathaniel had to find out all the same. There was the possibility that Rendon relaxed his guard when she was around and not Loghain. Rendon might have viewed Cauthrien as nothing more than Loghain's servant and the help did not matter nearly as much.
The help... His father had a tendency to not give credit where credit was due. Cauthrien was much more than that and part of why Nathaniel wished her in the wardens. They desperately needed skilled warriors in their ranks. A bunch of crafty and sneaky rogues were good in a pinch, but nothing could compare to having warriors in the front line. After having first met her two months back, Nathaniel did some research on Cauthrien and had his suspicions that anyone that was Loghain's second had to be a gifted combatant confirmed.
As he waited on her arrival, he started to pace, anxiousness forcing him to move about the room. His gaze drifted toward his desk. It was hard not to look at it and think of Fiona and the whiskey bottle kept inside the desk now because of her. But those demons he welcomed each evening when he faced his bed alone could wait for a time. Older demons demanded his attention now and those he did not wish to cloak within in a whiskey fog. He resisted the temptation of his whiskey. This was a conversation he wished his wits about him, his mind clear.
"Ser Cauthrien returns, m'lord," the guard standing before Nathaniel's desk informed.
The thought had niggled at Nathaniel's mind briefly upon his trip back from Highever that Cauthrien might change her mind and decide not to willingly associate with a Howe again. He would not have blamed her if she had. But she was a woman true to her word and returned to the Keep.
Would she still be willing to speak with him, though? He hoped so, but not on this day. He would seek her out the next day. Rest and a hot meal before questions was appropriate. Nathaniel nodded to the guard. "Have someone show her a room in the Warden wing of the Keep."
---
Nathaniel's invitation went out the next day via a guard after dinner. He waited until the end of the day because he had not wanted to seem anything of those things he knew he was, eager and desperate.
Rendon Howe was a man that protected his secrets and liked to present himself as an chameleon, always morphing himself to match the mood and whims of those he wished to influence. There was little chance he'd revealed anything about his reasons or actions to Cauthrien, but Nathaniel had to find out all the same. There was the possibility that Rendon relaxed his guard when she was around and not Loghain. Rendon might have viewed Cauthrien as nothing more than Loghain's servant and the help did not matter nearly as much.
The help... His father had a tendency to not give credit where credit was due. Cauthrien was much more than that and part of why Nathaniel wished her in the wardens. They desperately needed skilled warriors in their ranks. A bunch of crafty and sneaky rogues were good in a pinch, but nothing could compare to having warriors in the front line. After having first met her two months back, Nathaniel did some research on Cauthrien and had his suspicions that anyone that was Loghain's second had to be a gifted combatant confirmed.
As he waited on her arrival, he started to pace, anxiousness forcing him to move about the room. His gaze drifted toward his desk. It was hard not to look at it and think of Fiona and the whiskey bottle kept inside the desk now because of her. But those demons he welcomed each evening when he faced his bed alone could wait for a time. Older demons demanded his attention now and those he did not wish to cloak within in a whiskey fog. He resisted the temptation of his whiskey. This was a conversation he wished his wits about him, his mind clear.