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Ever since you had joined the Guild, there had been a subtle (mostly one sided) tension between you and Nathaniel. You wore clothing he deemed less than appropriate. You had opinions that clashed with his. You had little interest in faith. You presented yourself in ways that he didn’t necessarily appreciate. You often didn’t pay attention to nightly prayers and would brush it off when he would try to preach. Simply, you were basically everything he didn’t appreciate in a person. And although you in no way tried to upset him, he always seemed unhappy with your presence.

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This morning you had decided to wear something a bit more revealing, which showed off some of your tattoos. Upon walking into the library, Nathaniel, who was sat in one of the corner chairs, glanced up and noticed you. Almost instantly his eye twitched- really, how could you possibly have tattoos? Who would do something like that? Had you had these all along? How unholy could one person be? He silently seethed in his little corner, gripping his Bible like a vice