Nathaniel Howe
Warden Commander of Ferelden
Canon Character
Noble
Grey Warden
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((OOC: Bloomingtide 20, 9:35, Redcliffe Castle, Morning, @Cauthrien ))
Fergus stayed the night. While not the first time Nathaniel and Fergus had shared an evening together, it was the first time that either of them stayed the entirety of the night. He was grateful Fergus stayed even if he was reluctant at first when Fergus ignored his desire to be left alone. All the emotions bottled up and left unspoken or felt within the Deep Roads poured out through the course of the evening in much needed relief.
With Fergus' departure, Nathaniel found himself alone within the bed. He stretched out atop the disheveled bedding, muscles still sore but not nearly as achy as when he returned at Castle Redcliffe the night before. At some point, he needed to seek out Teagan and answer his questions about the expedition as well as talk to Tessa. The girl harbored guilt about Cauthrien's injuries and desperately wished to see her family. Nathaniel forbid her return to her family's home until he could speak with her further. He did not wish a guilt-ridden Tessa confessing things she should not confess to her family. Redcliffe suffered enough loss; he would not add more bodies to the pyre with failed joinings.
With a grumble, he eased his way out of bed and toward a bowl filled with fruit. An apple retrieved, he bit down on the fruit and let out a low and satisfied groan. Too eager for his solitude the night before, he failed to eat and his stomach let its anger be known as he awoke in the morning to its growls. The apple would not be enough to fill his hunger, but could stem the pains for long enough for him to make it to the dining hall.
While the wardens were gone, Teagan left their rooms as they were before they left. What items Nathaniel did not require for their trip to the Deep Roads still sat packed in trunk. He had no interest in putting on his armor any time soon, only briefly looking at the discarded and dirty pile on the floor adjacent to the tub as he walked toward the trunk. A knock at the door drew his attention away from searching out clothing briefly and without music thought, he yelled out, "Come in," expecting Fergus to have returned as he hinted he might.
Fergus stayed the night. While not the first time Nathaniel and Fergus had shared an evening together, it was the first time that either of them stayed the entirety of the night. He was grateful Fergus stayed even if he was reluctant at first when Fergus ignored his desire to be left alone. All the emotions bottled up and left unspoken or felt within the Deep Roads poured out through the course of the evening in much needed relief.
With Fergus' departure, Nathaniel found himself alone within the bed. He stretched out atop the disheveled bedding, muscles still sore but not nearly as achy as when he returned at Castle Redcliffe the night before. At some point, he needed to seek out Teagan and answer his questions about the expedition as well as talk to Tessa. The girl harbored guilt about Cauthrien's injuries and desperately wished to see her family. Nathaniel forbid her return to her family's home until he could speak with her further. He did not wish a guilt-ridden Tessa confessing things she should not confess to her family. Redcliffe suffered enough loss; he would not add more bodies to the pyre with failed joinings.
With a grumble, he eased his way out of bed and toward a bowl filled with fruit. An apple retrieved, he bit down on the fruit and let out a low and satisfied groan. Too eager for his solitude the night before, he failed to eat and his stomach let its anger be known as he awoke in the morning to its growls. The apple would not be enough to fill his hunger, but could stem the pains for long enough for him to make it to the dining hall.
While the wardens were gone, Teagan left their rooms as they were before they left. What items Nathaniel did not require for their trip to the Deep Roads still sat packed in trunk. He had no interest in putting on his armor any time soon, only briefly looking at the discarded and dirty pile on the floor adjacent to the tub as he walked toward the trunk. A knock at the door drew his attention away from searching out clothing briefly and without music thought, he yelled out, "Come in," expecting Fergus to have returned as he hinted he might.