"I am called by many names, 'Apprentice' to the mentor, 'elfie' to the townsfolk, and<em>Saenn</em>to those who seek a name." Bowing the head a little, the elf gave a name that didn't hint of gender either way, smirking a little. "I wish you fair journeys Marric, and tell me what you think of the item when you have had a chance to give it a try." The elf bowed deeply this time around. "The tower will be here when you return next, unless the mentor's spells go horribly, horribly wrong, but that shouldn't happen."<br/><br/>The elf grinned, and somehow it was hard to tell if it was a joke or a serious worry. Nonetheless, as the elf bowed and straigthened up again, the robe again flowed down the elf's form but with a bit of a rise at the chest, yet not enough to be really conclusive one way or another.