<div class="floatright">(http://www.vixenrose.com/hosting/files/253/stuff%20for%20rp/wiz.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Na'ima Rabd-Al-Rashida bint Omar ibn Khalid al-Fulan</span>(http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=590302)<br/><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Dorm<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>All<br/><br/>She can tell when she is being talked down to and frowns slightly, hiding it by bending down to untie the prayer mat from her pack and places it on the floor beside the bed. "Well, Sir, if you have trouble remembering that how do you plan to remember your spells?" She gives him a long look trying to figure him out, obviously a rich mans son based on his clothing and slightly superior air he is putting on. Then again, who knows by elves.. she cant say she has much experience with them having only seen one before and that was last year here at the school.<br/><br/>"but if you have problems with your memory then Na'ima will do. And may I ask what your name is? Or shall I just call you elf?" Her voice holding a bit more venom then she intended and she opens her backpack and starts taking her clothes out to put them away in the chest that is hers, the oils and soaps going into an elegant basket that she can take with her to the bath. Like everyone of her countrymen she is very keen on cleanliness. She slips out of her shoes and puts them neatly next to the bed before kneeling down on the mat with a thoughtful look on her face, the Gods may have forsaken her but she will never forsake them.<br/><br/>"To be honest I didn't expect to be sharing room with a man, probably a clerical error that they will fix soon. Unless they planned for you to be my servant that is."