Tiberius Lucius Magnus, Male Praetor Warmage
*Tiberius chuckles as the women scramble to cover themselves, glancing towards Claudia after a brief scan of the room.*
“Well, I’m glad someone has had a chance to relax and enjoy their stay here,” Tiberius remarks with s smile, as they leave Ferris to his breakfast. “So, anyone else you like to ask to prepare spells, Mythweaver?”