I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife
Nathaniel wasn't at risk of going to the Voice. He never had been. Not that Gideon was wrong about it happening. It did often, but it wasn't something Nathaniel would do. The Dragoon listened to all the Priest had to say, taking each word seriously into consideration. He pursed his lips, looking down as Valvynn trotted ahead after some birds that milled around a few paces ahead of them. They quickly scattered as the dragon closed in on them. "What if I am turned away? What if they don't have any use for me? I mean, I won't stop serving them or anything like that, but I'm not sure they really would have use for me." He admitted, shrugging his shoulders. It was stupid honestly. To be so worried about that, but he was.
"Wesley likes playing games with them." That had nothing to do with the war, but it was true. His younger brother got into mischief because of Ludo. Always saying that he was doing the heralds work when he as trying to get out of trouble.
"Wesley likes playing games with them." That had nothing to do with the war, but it was true. His younger brother got into mischief because of Ludo. Always saying that he was doing the heralds work when he as trying to get out of trouble.
NATHANIEL
