[color=lightyellow][h3]Iris[/h3][/color]

[@Ignorancebliss] [@Light] [@Scribe of Thoth]

Iris shook her head at the mage's questions. "[b][color=lightyellow]Ah, well, the beds at the temple were always better served for anyone older that really needed them...[/color][/b]" She put a finger to her chin, following a train of thought aloud, "[b][color=lightyellow]And the younger ones always wanted the beds, too, so I let them use them whenever the elders weren't using them...[/color][/b]" In reality, Iris basically excused herself to the bottom of the priority list for the beds at all times. It made everyone else happy enough that she didn't mind.

Iris frowned after explaining herself. It seems like there was a touchy subject uncovered - she would never have mentioned it if it brought up something uncomfortable. Before she could apologize, a new student introduced themselves, thankfully changing the subject of the conversation. "[b][color=lightyellow]I come from a town in the north known as Macefield.[/color][/b]" She quickly remembered something her mentor told her to say, and added, "[b][color=lightyellow]Named after the spice, not the weapon.[/color][/b]" She didn't quite get it, but for some reason there was always confusion about the name. Iris didn't even know what a mace was, other than the spice.