[h3][color=fff79a][center]Isilfarrel Mornelis[/center][/color][/h3]
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After leaving the headmistress' room, Isil made her way to the cafeteria and baths. After having that little conversation, she was feeling in a less than a little sociable. A little frustrated, really. Always had to have things the hard way, didn't it? Could just ever get what she wanted and deserved. Always just had to go about it the hard way. Well, that was fine. She wasn't going to complain about a little extra work. She'd excel with whatever was thrown at her, like always. She had a good reputation to keep up anyways, with the students at least.

Hm, at least being good at healing would give her a good reputation among students, perhaps? A good healer was likely to be trusted. Perhaps she could use this to her own advantage. Well, whatever waited for her in this healing class, she would do whatever she needed too. After she was done with breakfast and a nice warm bath, she finally headed to the classrooms, making sure to take her staff with her.

Soon enough, she found the appropriate room. So she waited, wondering how exactly this 'Mistress of the Healing arts' would be. If she was anything - [i]anything at all [/i]- like the high elves back in the Isles...she might just leave the Arcanium altogether. She wasn't sure she could handle being taught by them again. Fools.

[color=fff79a]"E-erm, hello?"[/color] She asked. [color=fff79a]"This is Mistress Liyva's class, is it not?"[/color]