[b][Center][color=6ecff6]Nathaniel Rainwater[/color][/Center][/b]

Nathaniel Rainwater spent most of the voyage at the bow of the ship, looking out across the water to his destination while deep in thought. Ranshelm and the isle it stood upon were both places he had rarely visited, only ever taking the time to sail to those shores when duty called him there.

However, it was not only duty that drew him across the water this time.

For six long years the ever dimming embers of his Aether Soul had laid unmoving, content to slowly fade away as Nathaniel settled into an education and subsequent profession that did not provide the same circumstances under which it had been developed and maintained. But then something stoked them. An errant wind of fate stirred Nathaniel's Aether Soul from its gradual decline and filled his mind with strange dreams that he could recall only scant fragments of when he awoke from them. From those fragments he could remember, Nathaniel pieced together that something was happening on the isle of Tigurasne. Something that the judge was meant to be a part of.

When he arrived at the city of Orbay, Nathaniel wasn't surprised to find official dispatch sending him on a detour to Ranshelm waiting for him at the circuit office. No doubt the work of whatever vortex of coincidence he was caught in providing him a pretext to be where he needed to be. He was even less surprised when he stepped onto the boat and sensed the presence of other Aether Souls aboard the vessel. Of course he wouldn't have been the only one drawn in by what was happening.

When the boat made port at Ranshelm, Nathaniel stepped onto the docks and took in the evening air of the isle. He was glad to be off the boat. And since he had arrived at the end of the day, he would be able to get some rest in before his judicial duties and the true purpose for his presence demanded his full attention.

Nathaniel made his way through the village. Having already been here a few times before, he knew the way between the port and the Serenity Retreat well enough to make it there in good time. But as Nathaniel drew near to his usual place of rest when he was in Ranshelm, the unexpected sound of festivities met his ears. It only took a moment for the judge to decide on a change of course. Rest could wait a little longer. Whatever was going on deeper into the village sounded very much like a good time.