"It does," said Andreas Bevan, "I'm Half-Fae, Half-Light Elf, although I prefer taking a human form, which my Fairy Heritage enables me to do. Either way, it's sad that a race of Healers has turned into arrogant pricks. Anyway, what's your name, fair lady, and what is your home like? Also, as you have the powers of Hypnotism, perhaps you can join me in helping potential patients?"

After he recieved - or didn't receive - an answer, Andreas would see a fairly handsome Light Elf join them in the baths; that Aenor guy? Positioning himself between that person and Razor, so as to make sure the two of them didn't come to conflict - note that Andreas also made sure that Aenor came [i]after[/i] he had just bashed the Light Elves' attitude towards others - the 16-year old then spoke:

"Hello there; how are you? Hmm...you must be that Aenor guy from the dorm list. My name is Andreas Bevan, Andreas son of Evan, and my father's a Light Elf, like you." Andreas' eyes then glinted with momentary meneace - this was just in case Aenor called said father a 'race traitor' - before becoming friendly again. "Anyway, I'm a proficient healer and defender, so if you have any physical or mental injuries you don't want to take to the infirmary, come to me; I'm open in the afternoons on schooldays."

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