InsaneJournal

WHO: Nathaniel Howe & Caroline Forbes
WHAT: Caroline is attempting to build a tolerance to poisons. Nathaniel figures he can lend a hand since he knows a thing or two about that.
WHEN: After this
WHERE: Their Apartment
RATING: PG
STATUS: In Progress

Poison training hadn't been a typical standard in the training of nobility, but Nathaniel had been around far more than most Ferelden nobles. While the Free Marches were hardly a place where the trade was common place and plied with a center vigor and respect like in Orlais and Antiva, but the northern most reaches of the loosely formed nation bumped right up against the southern much regions of Antiva so the odd Crow or two were not an unusual sight. When one knew where to look and had enough coin to tempt to interests of those with the skills, one could learn plenty of things that they weren't supposed to know. As it happened, Nathaniel had been in exactly that position most of his life and had returned to Ferelden with far more skills than he'd had when he left it. And his time with the Wardens had only worked to improve what he already knew.

Which was why when he'd heard he gagging from the kitchen and noticed the network post as well as he accompanying comments, it hadn't taken him long to figure out what his young roommate had been attempting to do and the fact that she was doing it quite wrong. Stepping out of his room after a few comments had been exchanged, Nathaniel leaned against the door frame, giving Caroline a quietly appraising look before deciding to speak.

"Your first mistake is that you should never take in enough to sear off the back of your throat," He said with a slight chuckle. "That usually leads to a whole host of other complications, but you don't look like you're about to pass out or go into shock so you're better off than most."