<div class="floatright">(http://cdn.obsidianportal.com/images/315326/updxnagj_Planeswalkers_jace.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Ithir Severine<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Harbor, Ship Gangplank<br/><strong>Tags:</strong>Everyone, Jacinth<br/><strong>Language</strong>: Common<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Priests were always such boisterous bastards, thinking that their divine power allowed them to lord over all other mortals.  The same could be said about mages too, or any idiot who strapped on a sword for the first time but clerics were the otherworldly servants of gods and goddesses, the fleshy conduits to work their wills.  This priestess was a worshiper of Umberlee, the Bitch Queen, and he was not exactly in the mood to risk her wrath.  She would gain his respect for now but should she limit him otherwise, a lightning bolt would remind her of her manners and her mortality.<br/><br/>Ithir gave her a curt nod before giving his name and profession.<br/><br/>"Ithir Severine.  Mage, with a focus on evocation.  In short, if it needs to burn or drown, I can do it."