Iridessa stayed silent as the other mages arrived. She didn't know any of them, and she wished any of her Firestorm mates had come along. They would have made for a real party, and she'd missed the one last night. That kind of disappointed her. She'd have liked to be there, especially if all the men there had looked like the man who'd called himself Joey. He was cute, if not a little bedraggled. She didn't speak, instead continuing to perform little parlour tricks with a tiny flame to amuse herself.

The fire fizzled out as Iridessa saw the Commander approach. He cut an intimidating figure with his dark armour and red eyes, and Iridessa, brash as she was, would never want to cross him. She paid attention as he spoke, then looked at the three mages who stood up to introduce themselves. Once they were done, she got lightly to her feet, dusting herself off. "Iridessa Lancely. Firestorm Adept." She said briskly, looking round at the other mages then sitting down again.