Seated a couple of tables away, near one of the windows of the auditorium, was a figure all by herself...<br/><br/>...well, sort of.  While it was true that there were no people seated with her at her table, there was quite the collection of animals up against the glass pane of the window by which she was seated.  A few people stared as they walked by her table, wondering about that very phenomenon.  This was the girl, Mashiro, from the same country as Mantia, though much gentler in appearance, and to the unobservant, unarmed.  However, if anyone knew anything about her country, it was clear that from her modest dress that she was one of the Druidic Circles - and they had swords that could be called upon at an instant's notice, formed of naught but the raw elements of nature itself.  Druids like her attracted wildlife everywhere she went, though she wasn't quite familiar enough with her new surroundings to have made friends with the entire campus menagerie, yet.<br/><br/>Quiet, off to the side, totally normal but for the animals that attended her.  That was Mashiro.