<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: Outside the chapel/the room<br/>Tagging: Ellen</strong><br/><br/>Nys looked Ellen in the eyes for a moment with a bland expression, then turned away and strode off without a word.  Her continuing condescension was galling, and hardly left him inclined to assist; nor did he think Na'ima would be particularly receptive to any news he had to deliver.  But it was always possible his mind might change later.<br/><br/>For now he simply returned to their room.  He took a moment to brush himself off and clean both his sword and Na'ima's knife, then left her blade with the potion on her desk before preparing to head out to his next class.