You win a lot, but you lose just a little bit more than you gained in the end
Nate wanted to get as much as he possibly could out of his visit to the Hollowed Grounds, and part of that included a visit to the Artists Sanctuary. He had spent a few days prior flexing old culinary muscles, and while he still wasn't quite happy with his last batch, they would be fine for Bastien. The flavours might be slightly off, but it wasn't as if he, or the other man would be able to tell.
Despite the fact that the Sanctuary could not be any more obvious, Nate still managed to miss it on his first pass by, and had to circle back. Once he found it though, he strode in like he'd been invited, casting a curious look up the stairs before stepping into the guild properly. He didn't call out quite yet, half curious, and half convinced someone would come and find him before he could get into any trouble.
The wrapped package he had brought with him was deposited on one of the tables, Nate almost absently wandering around, taking everything in. He'd only been here for parties before, and it was quite a different space when it wasn't all dressed up. All manner of brushes and paints lined the shelves along the walls, and he found himself drawn towards them, fingers trailing over the bits and bobs.
Despite the fact that the Sanctuary could not be any more obvious, Nate still managed to miss it on his first pass by, and had to circle back. Once he found it though, he strode in like he'd been invited, casting a curious look up the stairs before stepping into the guild properly. He didn't call out quite yet, half curious, and half convinced someone would come and find him before he could get into any trouble.
The wrapped package he had brought with him was deposited on one of the tables, Nate almost absently wandering around, taking everything in. He'd only been here for parties before, and it was quite a different space when it wasn't all dressed up. All manner of brushes and paints lined the shelves along the walls, and he found himself drawn towards them, fingers trailing over the bits and bobs.
NATE
