With Aramir dismissed, Alaira left on her own. She found craploads of variety in all the food, and was a tad irritated at how long it took to find something a little less fancy. Not to mention the overall 'decadence' of the place. [i]Gods, we're already treating these guys like nobles. I mean with this and that 'perfect room' button thing.. When I was a little girl, you had to deal with what you got.[/i] She thought. If anything, something about this place had this too easy, too good to be true atmosphere. But she didn't let it bother her much, since she at least knew that these lessons would be extremely difficult to compensate. Hell, she was sure some of these mages were just here for the free food and shelter. At least mostly free. it would be a little more free for herself if she didn't constantly destroy things.

Satisfied with her comparatively modest meal, Alaira's next task was to find a seat. There were quite a few to choose from, and quite a lot of variety in the various new students near said seats. Most of them looked pretty tough, but by far one of the most intimidating was that huge black Eysire. And... was that the Half-lizard girl from earlier? Heh, it was! Well this ought to be good. She moved towards the seat next to her, and with a twirl she planted her lance in the space between the large stone plates that made up the floor. [B]"So, it looks like ya haven't been killed. Fancy that."[/b] She said as she took her seat. [b]"Well, it's almost like you were worried about nothing."[/b] Still, for all her bravado, her guard was up. This act had gotten her stabbed way too often for her to be all that relaxed.