<div class="floatright">(http://cdn.obsidianportal.com/images/315326/updxnagj_Planeswalkers_jace.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Ithir Severine<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Ship, Ithir's Quarters<br/><strong>Tags:</strong>No One<br/><strong>Language</strong>: Common<br/><br/><hr/><br/>The small room is cramped but it is far better fare than what the tiefling mage is used to.  His former master had been a severe and stingy man, giving his apprentices little space to call their own.  The mage sighs softly and sets down his backpack full of his meager belongings that were not a part of his craft, stowing them under his hammock.  He shrugs off his heavy cloak and sets it on the wooden peg on the door.  The door had no lock from what he saw but a quick incantation and an Arcane Lock spell takes care of such issues.<br/><br/>A well-earned nap is the order of the day and soon, the mage is asleep in his hammock as the rest of the crew was sorted.