<div class="floatleft">(http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg142/ElectricBadger/689692f3-16d0-4737-b1e8-8fd6cf2ee976_zpsfe857379.jpg)   </div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 24pt;">Nys Vendatti</span><br/><strong>Location: Dorm <br/>Tagging: Anyone</strong><br/><br/>Nys raised a brow as he stepped into the room, not due to surprise, but instead the lack of it.  The chamber wasn't luxurious, but neither was it unpleasant: he'd stayed in far worse during his travels.  Still, he was hoping to avoid the indignities of actually sharing a room with strangers and hoped the lack of any other students was a sign that there would be empty beds.<br/><br/>He took a moment to look the area over and finally decided on a bed along the far side of the room: away from the traffic and noise of the entry and situated pleasantly beneath a large window with a surprisingly grand view of the courtyard.  He watched as a strange cart made its way across the square, then turned away with a shrug at yet another strangeness to situate his gear.  There wasn't much; his father had been very insistent that he not be spoiled by privilege.  Nys, for his part, couldn't fathom how some basic comforts and a servant or two could harm his education, but his father avoided negotiation by the simple act of being gone almost every moment of the last six months. It was an annoyingly effective technique, Nys had to admit.<br/><br/>So for now he simply spread out his linens and blankets, put a few changes of clothes into the nearby chest, and placed a couple quills, texts and a picture of each of his sisters on his desk.  Satisfied, he took a seat and considered what to do next.