<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/WWx49cw.jpg?1)</div><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Right Dorm<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Mel, Nys, Where is Na'ima?<br/><br/>Arturon briefly felt the hair on his spines raise as Na'ima passed him.  He recognized this feeling before, the sense of one who's been touched by necromancy.<br/><br/>"Wait!" he called out.  "I can-"<br/><br/>He stopped himself.  He did not know if the other roommates knew; doubtless it would cause her unnecessary hardship among the more close-minded students.  Three years at the Academy taught him that gossip spread fast, especially in these close confines.<br/><br/>"It can wait," Edgar said.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">"Sense Motive DC 15"</div><div class="spoiler_body">It appears that Arturon noticed something about Na'ima as she passed him by.</div></div><br/>The other two students were elves, one well-dressed by the looks of it.  Although his clothes were not ostentatious as other nobles, Arturon could tell he was came from a privileged background by the way he carried himself.  According to the registrar, all three of these new students came from well-to-do families, one the daughter of an archmage; doubtlessly the elven woman with the proudly displayed scimitar.<br/><br/>"Nys Vendatti, I believe?  And Melda'Paio?"  He blushed at Melda's choice of dress, his gaze averted once he found himself staring.  "I understand that the two of you are from high birth.  Although these dorms might not be what you're used to, I can guarantee that we strive for maximum comfort for all our students."<br/><br/>"What Arturon means to say," Edgar began, "is that we we provide for all Redhurst students within reason.  Luxury items beyond what you carry are not present, and your personal management of room and belongings is up to you.  Unseen servants take care of the messier and more onerous tasks around the dorm, but they're at the beck and call of staff.  At Redhurst, you're a student of magic first."<br/><br/>"I hope you don't mind, but I've looked at your schedule.  It looks like your first class is at the Wolkhart School of Evocation.  I can lead you there along with other students."<br/><br/>Arturon smiled, hoping that they'd take him up on his offer.