[center][color=#98ffcc][h2]Nathaniel Brightwood[/h2][/color][/center]
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[color=#98ffcc]"Seeing your smile is more than enough for me, Prelissa."[/color]

The first words out of Nathaniel's mouth as he stepped into the Lying Wolverine were a far cry from the ones he had last spoken there. He had been but a boy of nine or ten, lacking in the confidence and eloquence that seemed to ooze off him now that he was a man grown. One might have even been forgiven for not putting two-and-two together, and realizing that the smooth talking bard before them was the Sabitha's boy after so many years, but he made sure to squash any misunderstandings by peeling back the woolen hood over his head, freeing the two perky feline ears that had been the source of so much gossip when he was small. They twitched in their newfound freedom, taking in the sounds of the mostly desolate tavern before pivoting to stand proud atop his head.

[color=#98ffcc]"Although, perhaps a table comes as a close second. It has been a very long walk from Sarinan."[/color]