<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: Na'ima</strong><br/><br/>Nys looked up as the door opened, a slight tinge of disappointment - apparently he would have at least one roommate - swiftly crushed by masculine delight.<em> Well, if she comes with the room, perhaps I've deeply underestimated this place. </em>He was dressed in black and white, boldly emphasizing his own lack of coloring.  The clothes were made of good cloth, although utility was emphasized, and the design seemed partly exotic evening wear and partly even more exotic military uniform, but was catching enough to work for him.<br/><br/>He possessed a fairly keen eye for a first impression - that much of his father's lessons had certainly stuck with him.  It seemed she was having difficulty with the school already and conveyed the feeling of being trapped.  The eagerness to please, as she cast off her own weariness to greet him and the overly formal manner of it, struck another chord and a small part of Nys' mind couldn't help thinking that, if that delightful form were coupled with some actual talent, his new roommate would sell for a very handsome sum.  Not that he planned to do so; but one must always be prepared for opportunity.<br/><br/>For now it seemed only proper to comfort the girl and as she seemed inclined to act like a skittish new house girl, he would treat her as such: they did best with direction and kindness.<br/><br/>Nys smiled, warm and polite, and gave a slight nod to acknowledge her bow as he spoke gently, getting her name mostly right.<strong>"Yes, you're in the right room, Na'ima Rabdalrashda bintomar ibincald alfulan,"</strong>he didn't really have any idea if that were true, since he hadn't seen her slip, but he didn't intend to trade Na'ima for some reeking half troll or slime.  He pointed to the bed nearest his, likewise against the far wall and sharing the light of the window.<strong>"That one is yours.  But don't introduce yourself like that.  No one's ever going to call you that entire mouthful, you'll just leave them confused and irritated which is worse than no introduction at all.  Do it again - I shall give up to, say, three syllables." </strong>He continued to sit, folded his hands and tilted his head slightly as he waited politely, not yet bothering to introduce himself.