Loghain is eventually directed to Nathaniel's office, though no names are mentioned. Perhaps the helpful Warden giving directions knew Nathaniel is less likely to fly at Loghain's throat on sight than Alistair will be.
Less likely.
The door opens; Nathaniel looks up. He takes a moment to recognize the man. It has been years, after all, and Nathaniel wasn't that familiar with his face to begin with. He almost asks the Warden's name, but it clicks before the question comes to his lips. His brow lowers, a brand of scowl that marks a person who just got things cleaned up and now someone has come to tread all over the floor in muddy boots.
"Warden Loghain. Sit." Technically Loghain has seniority, but he just arrived. Until things get sorted out and Loghain has been properly briefed, Nathaniel will continue in the job he has been working for the better part of a year.
II
Less likely.
The door opens; Nathaniel looks up. He takes a moment to recognize the man. It has been years, after all, and Nathaniel wasn't that familiar with his face to begin with. He almost asks the Warden's name, but it clicks before the question comes to his lips. His brow lowers, a brand of scowl that marks a person who just got things cleaned up and now someone has come to tread all over the floor in muddy boots.
"Warden Loghain. Sit." Technically Loghain has seniority, but he just arrived. Until things get sorted out and Loghain has been properly briefed, Nathaniel will continue in the job he has been working for the better part of a year.