Midian Rightson
Midian rolls out of bed disturbed by his dreams. The storm does nothing to diminish his dread. He opens his window anyway, breathing in the brackish, mildewed air. Nature is nature, and his vocation requires this daily embracing of it. Midian turns his attention to connecting his mind to the invisible threads of the natural world and the magics he absorbs from them.
Foul weather or no, Midian finds his connection to nature itself seems to have improved. He ends his morning meditation carrying more natural magic than he's ever been able to coax from the world around him. He wonders briefly if this has anything to do with the shard, or perhaps even the hag. He shakes off the paranoia, however. Professor Delavert told him that he'd gain more power with practice; perhaps this is the first sign of that progress.
Bed-head in full display, Midian throws on his clothes and heads down to break his fast. Maybe he can convince the professor to let them stay out of the wet if he tells her about the dragonshard he and his fellows found while freeing the warforged, then quizzes her on its properties.
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