<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's Mess Hall<br/><strong>Tags:</strong>Jacinth<br/><strong>Language</strong>: Common<br/><br/><hr/><br/>The robed mage listened in silence as the priestess went over their objective and pointed out the small island. Like many that sat far off the coastline of Faerun, the island was unnamed and otherwise indistinguishable from its brethren.  He furrowed his brow and studied the map intently, trying to recall what sort of lore might be surrounding such a inconspicuous island.  There must have been something out there that was worth finding if it called to the Bitch Queen and her chosen servants to commission a ship to fetch it.<br/><br/>He glanced up at the priestess and nodded demurely, his small book returned to its proper place in his side satchel.  His eyes darted to each of his newfound companions before once again settling on Jacinth.<br/><br/>"I am Ithir Severine, a mage of some reputation.  I have no questions save for one; what use do I have on this mission?"