[b]Pitch Black[/b]

Pitch looked at the elf with uncertainty. He sort of looked himself over, assuming maybe something about him made him look inhuman. His blood? Obviously he was ab odd human being. A fairly gloomy one, at that. Noticing that he'd been silenced for quite some time now, he looked back to her, clearing his throat. He did an awkward sort of bow, his legs seemingly tangled up.

"Pitch Black, Obiligatio, at your service." he said, bringing himself back upright. "Here to learn Necromancy. And you?" 

Pitch eyed her, trying to guess what type of magic she was here for. She seemed like the earthy type, especially considering she wore the clothes of any adventurer he'd seen. Maybe she was the nature type. Or, she could be tricking him, maybe she was something completely out there. He simply stood there, a concentrated look painted to his face.