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[noble_nate]

Date & Time: February 15th, 3312, afternoon
Location: The library
Characters: Nathaniel Howe (noble_nate) and Martin (septim)
Summary: Nathaniel goes looking for some information
Warnings: None

It had taken Nathaniel a while to find the library, not really knowing his way around the place yet. That was something he resolved to fix soon; he was the type of person that needed to be completely aware of his surroundings before he felt completely comfortable. Not that he expected he'd ever feel completely comfortable here.

After talking with Martin during training the other day, he'd found that they both shared a similar love of knowledge. He'd gathered that they were from different worlds, something Nathaniel was still trying to get his head around, but that they had a common goal in wanting to get out of here as quickly as possible. Maybe if they shared what little information they'd both gathered, they might have a chance.

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[noble_nate]

Nathaniel shrugs. "Fighting's not necessarily all it's cracked up to be. Especially when you're going into the fight blindly." He grimaces a little. "It's one thing to fight for a cause you believe in, or at least understand, it's something else entirely to fight someone else's battle."

He's going around in circles, he knows, but he can't help himself. The thing that irritates him and unsettles him the most about this place is how much there is that is unknown. The people...the places...everything is unfamiliar, and to someone like Nathaniel, who functions best when he has a firm grasp of any situation he's in, this place has barely more appeal than the dark maws of the Void.

[septim]

"No, it isn't." Martin utters each word as if their admittance is a personal affront. "Sometimes it's necessary, but..."

I wish I could spare everyone, and myself, the pain of war. An emperor who disliked fighting might be a hypocrisy, but the Oblivion Crisis took with it any desire to wage wars of conquest. The Blades wouldn't be happy if they knew these were his thought, but Martin never had any intentions to become another Uriel V.

This is a soul-sucking conversation. Martin raises and lowers his shoulders, exhaling to shake himself away from his reverie. "I'm sorry, I've digressed. Would you like me to show you where Anders is?"

[noble_nate]

Nathaniel feels a bit bad for being so grim when talking to Martin, but he can't quite help himself. Being grim and serious is in his nature.

He forces himself to smile. "If you could tell me where he is, I'd appreciate it." He still wasn't allowing himself to get his hopes up; it was possible that Martin was wrong, that this wasn't his Anders. But of course he had to see for himself.

[septim]

That smile was insincere. Martin isn't in a position to tell Nathaniel that, nor does he care to call him out for a pleasantry, as grating as they are.

Martin rises, tucking some papers into the dragon-plated, leather-bound grimoire, and putting a couple of notebooks on top of it. Once that's done, he picks up the stack. "There are two places where you're most likely to find him: a cafe outside the hold, and his room. We should probably check the cafe first." Martin purses his lips into an amused smile. "They allow cats inside."