<div class="floatright">(http://i68.tinypic.com/2d1235x.jpg)</div><br/>Alcina D'Tainian, third scion of House D'Tainian, strolled casually into the room.  Or, perhaps a bit more than casually; there was a noticeable sway to her curving hips, a confident strut, emphasized by the tightness of her fencing leathers.  Alcina was rather proud of her confident strut.  Every proper swordsman she'd seen had one.  She'd spent a fair amount of time practicing hers in front of the enourmous mirror back in her room at her parents' estate, and she felt that it was looking rather good.<br/><br/>Pausing, Alcina glanced around, one eyebrow arching elegantly upward.  This was not quite her first exposure to this sort of environment.  But still, she never ceased to be amazed by the quaint energy of it all.  While there was no doubting the culture and refinement of her fellow nobles, commoners really did seem to have a lot more fun.  Although... Alcina winced visibly at a particularly sour note from the performers.<br/><br/>But the dancer was good, at least.  Alcina kept her gaze on her as she walked (or rather, strutted!) to the job board.  She smiled, her blue eyes bright, and she even paused to clap softly when the dancer performed an exceptional move.<br/><br/>Studying the available jobs, Alcina frowned.  "Well."  She said to no one in particular, the accent of the Marble Coast nobility unmistakable.  "I hardly know which to choose.  They are all so... interesting."  She tossed her head back, her unusual white hair brushing across her shoulders.  "Perhaps this one."  Her gloved hand reached out, selecting the 'Art' job.  "It may not require skill with weaponry, but it does seem like a good way to get one's name out there, doesn't it?"  She glanced around, judging reactions.