You walk to the chest and open it with a word. It was locked by a silly incantation you learned your first year, something any real wizard could break but which served well enough in the apprentice's dorm. The lid springs open and you rifle around inside.
You find a soiled training robe, some clean socks, an old broken wand (heh heh, that was your first attempt at a summoning spell. Good times... it took them weeks to capture all of the triffids.) You see an unlabeled potion vial with a bit of murky liquid in the bottom, enough for one dose probably though you don't remember what it is. Your last potions class was two years ago... oh well, you take that. You also find three silver coins amongst the other odds and ends. The rest is junk, ripped bits of parchment or broken quills. An ink bottle spilled all over some perfectly good scrolls which are now ruined, the magic in the words is all scrambled and emits small pops and sparks when you move them. Finding nothing else, you close the chest.
You decide that you smell terrible, much worse than a proper wizard should, so you walk down to the communal bathing area. Nobody else is here at the moment, they're all in class. You take a quick bath in one of the self-heating self-filling tubs and are feeling a bit more human. A quick comb and even your hair seems to be behaving. You quickly dress again.
Now what?You are in the Swinesworth Academy communal bathing area. Nearby you see several bathtubs, a rack of towels, several warded stone lockers, and a window overlooking the courtyard.
Currently Wearing: Casual attire, a black hooded robe
Inventory: worn apprentice staff, spare clean socks, mysterious potion vial (1 dose), 3 silver coins
Status Effects:
You have bathed and combed your hair. (+1 to social encounters)
Hangover (-2 to all actions in the presence of bright lights or noise. May cause spontaneous rage.)
Satiated (You are neither hungry nor thirsty - +5 Morale)