<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>The Gauntlet<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Miss Sore bums, Mr Spankerfiend and Miss Sensible<br/><br/>She looks at Nys with obvious distaste and takes a step away from him, her hand going down to her belt to draw her jeweled dagger. Her other hand going into a pocket to dig out her spell components and a few words tumble over her lips leaving a taste of ash in their wake. As the last word vanishes into the darkness her dagger bursts into light and she holds it over her head to cast some light before them all.<br/><br/>"I am surrounded by Godless heathens and perverts." She mumbles to herself making a note to herself to get a new chastity belt as she doesn't trust Nys to keep his hands to himself anymore after his threats or his earlier actions. Perhaps she can talk to the teachers about getting a room away from him, yes.. that isn't a bad idea at all.<br/><br/>"I think I see..." she shuts her mouth as the two elves plunge into the archway without any further study of it, "reckless elves. No offense Ellen."