Nathair a hurlé à Melanya comme un signe que son commandement avait été entendu. Pendant son court séjour avec la Guilde, il avait compris que Melanya n'était pas une femme de longs échanges quand elle donnait des ordres. J'en dérange peut-être, mais pas lui. D'où il venait, le travail était le travail et d'autres choses devaient attendre jusqu'à après le travail. À un autre moment, à un autre endroit et position, il aurait peut-être en fait tenté d'avoir une conversation, mais pas maintenant. On lui avait confié une tâche.
Avant de partir, Nathair retourna à la fenêtre et la ferma. "On se voit plus tard", a-t-il dit au scénariste aux montagnes au loin. Il a pris son kampilan de la grille sur la table de nuit près de la fenêtre et l'a mis à la gaine. Puis il a pris les karambits et les a attachés à ses cuisses. Sans plus tarder, il se dirigea vers l'armurerie où Cedric s'attendait à lui.
Les murs de pierre et les piliers simples faisaient écho à ses pas alors qu'il se dirigeait vers l'armurerie. Le petit déjeuner était déjà fini pour qu'il doive prendre quelque chose s'il avait le temps ou attendre le déjeuner. Les deux étaient bien pour lui. Il a atteint Melanya dans l'escalier vers la salle à manger et était Sind lui parler. Nathair peut se trouver aussi dur et froid à cause de ses traits du visage plus tranchants. Surtout aujourd'hui à cause de son être sombre. Pas étonnant que Sind se taise et recule, vu sa timidité nature. Ce n'était pas ce qu'il voulait dans son cœur. Alors que Nathair passait les deux, il tira un sourire amical sur son visage. "Ma'm, Sind", dit brièvement comme il a hurlé.
Nathair descendit les escaliers et balançait dans l'armurerie. Alors qu'il ouvrit la porte lourde, il avertit Cedric de sa prescence. "Monsieur l'Épée d'abord", a-t-il dit, "J'étais pour vous aider avec quelque chose."
Name: Nathair-Sgiathach "Nath or Nathair" Marcach
Age: 24
Gender: male
Rank: Rider
Equipment: Weapons - Two karambit-knives and kampilan | Other - First aid kit with bandages, ointments and herbs that provide and adrenaline rush or makes one temporarily numb to pain; Tool pouch
Appearance: Nathair is about 5 feet and 7 inches tall. His a bit over 180 pound body is fit and toned but not overly muscular. His skin has tanned slightly during his time in the South but it is still obvious that he comes from further North. He moves around lightly with extraordinary balance.
Most of the time Nathair wears somewhat loose dark colored clothes to make moving light and easy. His long sleeved shirt has a well sitting hood he uses sometimes. Strapped around his forearms he has protective leather bracelets. His pants he has tucked into his light high neck leather boots that he has also strapped.
As his battle gear Nathair uses a hardened leather vest with cauldrons that has some strategically placed in-sowed steel plates. Around his waist he has a leather belt with a first aid kit and his tool pouch. Behind his back, attached to his belt his has a horizontally placed sheath with his kampilan. Strapped on his thighs he has to karambits.
Personality: In his core Nathair is an open, welcoming, positive person who wants to do what is right. For a long time though, he has been rather gloomy - pretty much ever since he left from home. He is a kind of a dare devil and values nothing more than a real friend and a brother in arms. He does not get angry often, but when he does he usually just is silent and walks away to be alone for a moment. In action he is accurate and determined. He keeps pushing forward to victory. He does not give up and this regard it can be hard for him to see when it is good to let go.
Short Biography: Nathair comes from the North coast of Ambrosis. There he had been a dragon rider and a protector of a village he was born in most of his life. He had a special relationship with his dragon at the time. He flew without chains and they were like brothers. Their unity and cooperation was unparalleled in the region.
On a winter night about a year ago the village was raided by pirates. Nathair was down with fever and not really in the condition to fight but he flew anyway. When the Sun rose in the horizon the pirates were gone, Nathair had fallen from the sky and his dragon, his friend and brother, had been killed. Nathair could not stay in the village. Once he had recovered, he had packed his bag and left. He kept walking South, away from the Northern coast, away from the loss.
Mount: Dazenth the Cleaver
Other: Theme