Mantia had taken one look at the buffet and decided that she wasn't going to stand by it all day, so she'd taken part of it with her taking bites from a whole chicken that she'd skewered with a steak knife. Still she was a dainty lady in fine company so she was being careful to not get grease on herself and what could be more civilised than eating without getting greasy?<br/><br/>Probably one of those elaborate dresses she'd some wear, but Mantia had settled for an absolutely massive black feathered cloak with a fluffy white trim and a few blue ribbons tied around her polished white bone armour. Thick interlocking plates with barely a gap to get even the thinnest of blades with a few scratches she hand't been able to buff out from fights past, it gave her extra bulk she really didn't need to show off.<br/><br/>She's watching the people as they come in with open curiosity, waiting for a decent group to through and not being disappointed when they did. The school had looked afar to pick the best, Mantia could tell from the cold stare of the redhead or the confident walk of lady in dark leathers and saffron that the women sent here would be someone she could stand shoulder to shoulder with.<br/><br/>Well not literally, they were a bit small, but the idea made sense.<br/><br/>Raising a thin fluted glass filled to the brim with wine Mantia gives a cheerful cry to those arriving.<br/><br/>"Come! Have a drink! The travels must have been long!"