After a quick break for showers, and an awkward re-introduction (after all, the two commoner girls had thrown their weapons at the closest thing the Alliance had to a crown prince), Savriel and Leonie found themselves being led to a classroom - one of the many, near-identical buildings located within the huge fortress. Judging from the Alliance banner hanging from one of the parapets though, it was obvious which house this particular room belonged to.

"Everyone else is right inside." states the annoying, but unfortunately now-revealed-to-be-noble Claude, bowing dramatically as he does. "Our last member for the year only just arrived a few minutes ago, and as such, I was sent to retrieve you."

Savriel speaks up first, quickly realizing that keeping a room full of nobility waiting is a poor decision. "Let's head in then."

"Right." nods Leonie, who once more has begun fiddling with her sleeves.

"Oh hey! They made it." exclaims a large, blonde haired boy, the moment the pair step inside. This of course draws the attention of everyone else -

A quick glance around the room reveals a short, white haired girl reading a book, who barely looks up at the new arrivals.

A girl with curly blue hair, who smiles awkwardly at them, while looking as if they wished to be anywhere but here at this moment.

A prim and proper boy who merely nods at them, seemingly distracted with trying to gauge their worth.

A rather unfortunately familiar pink haired girl with twintails, who is currently lounging across a pair of desks, wearing casual clothing, rather than her uniform.

And a smaller boy with glasses, who seems to be sticking close to the larger one, nervously glancing about.

Savriel gulps, and forces up her shopkeeping facade - friendly, approachable, and attentive. Waving awkwardly, she speaks up, "Errr… Hello!"

The murmuring all around does little to assuage her nervousness, but fortunately, she's not the only one suffering.

"Uh. Hello there!" echoes Leonie, standing as straight as she can.

Although no one responds at first, soon enough the lounging girl yawns, and moves to a sitting position. With a bored gaze, she glances across the room, before pausing on Savriel.

"Oh hey! Did my order arrive already?!" she chirps, exhaustion seemingly gone to the wind.

Savriel sighs… Of course she should've expected that. But still…

"Er… No." she states, crossing her arms and trying to appear nonplussed. "I'm a student this year."

Snickering slightly, Claude finds his voice. "Oh, do you know this fine young lady, Miss Goneril?"

"Oh yes." smiles Hilda, sitting up. "Isn't that right, Savanna? Her mother often comes by our estate to negotiate silk prices."

Cringing slightly upon hearing that name, Savriel quietly replies. "I only know her because her brother decided that having me 'distract' Hilda was more valuable than helping unload."

"Oh, come on!" smirks Hilda. "You enjoyed teatime as much as I did."

"If you count drowning your potted plant in Almond as enjoyment." Savriel bites back -

Nearby, the rest of the class are exchanging looks. While many of them know each other, this is… definitely new.

"Look!" the merchant's daughter grumbles. "I'm here to learn, like the rest of you… Why don't we like… introduce each other?"

Around the room, there are nods.

"So… As you might've heard from Hilda, my name is Savriel. My mother is an Anna." states the merchant's daughter firmly.

"Savanna!" chirps Hilda, wearing an impish smirk that doesn't belong to her supposedly angelic outlook.

"... Yes, that too. My family is weird at the best of times." With that, Savriel moves to take a seat.

"Leonie Pinelli. I want to be a mercenary." states her roommate, who then quite unfortunately moves to sit beside her. Much quieter, she whispers, "Savanna?"

"Fuck off." grumbles Savriel, lowering her face to her hands. "I didn't come up with the tradition. We… all need 'Anna' in our name, one way or another. I'm just glad my mother had more creativity than her sister, and we didn't end up with another 'Bananna' in our family. Poor girl was laughed out of the fruit-selling business."

That's enough to make Leonie cringe, but both are drawn back to the introductions.

"Well, I suppose I shall introduce myself then." states the prim and proper looking boy, who clears his throat loudly. "I am Lorenz Hellman Gloucester, of the noble and ancient House of Gloucester. I look forward to making your acquaintance this year. Perhaps over a cup of tea-"

Lorenz' introduction is cut short when the giant of a boy waves. "Hey. I'm Raphael Kirsten, it's good to meet you. I'm looking to become a knight - Do my family proud, and protect the innocent. Hey, Ignatz, you should go next."

The bookish boy beside him blinks… and awkwardly stares back for a moment, before another nudge rouses him to speak. "Uh… Yes, I'm Ignatz Victor. My family are… also merchants, though I am the second son, so I was elected to become an officer instead. There… Isn't really much more to talk about. Can… someone go next?"

Several moments of silence follow, after which Hilda finally yawns, and stretches. "Well, guess I'm next. My name is Hilda Valentine von Goneril, but please, just call me Hilda. If we list every little insignificant title we nobles own, we will still sit here by next year."

With a sigh and a snap, the book in the pale-haired girl's hands closes, as she annoyedly looks up. "My name's Lysithea von Ordelia. I plan on becoming a great mage. That is all you need to know."

With that, the book is opened once more.

"Uhh…" murmurs Raphael. "Is that everyone?"

"Nope!" smiles Claude, striding towards the center of the room, holding a very awkward and nervous looking blue haired girl. "We missed one!"

"Please let me go." states the girl quietly. When that fails, she closes her eyes, and calms down a bit, before finally speaking up. "M-my name is… Marianne von Edmund… And uh… Pleased to meet you?"

She then screws her eyes up, as if expecting wolves to fall upon her. When that fails to occur, however, she opens them up again, and quietly asks to leave. Fortunately for her, Claude lets her go.

With introductions out of the way, the group slowly breaks apart. Though Marianne is the first to leave, Lysithea leaves moments later.

With no other reason to remain, Savriel packs up her things to leave as well. Might as well call it a night here, and get some rest.

"What a lineup." murmurs Savriel, head in her hands, as she lies on her back, pillow behind her. "A shut-in, a worrywart, a knight, a wannabe knight, and freakin' Hilda Goneril. You might not even be bad in comparison."

"Awww… Is Savanna starting to warm up on me?" teases Leonie, from her bed across the room-

CLANG

A metal shield bounces off of the wall above the mercenary aspirant's head. With a loud rattle not unlike a drum rolling, it rolls back towards its thrower, before finally flopping down in the center of the room.

"Don't you dare start calling me that." pouts Savriel, tone cold, having barely moved from her previous position. "But… I suppose you're alright, otherwise."

"Says the girl that almost took off my head for a joke." pouts Leonie. "You're way too intense."

"You'll get used to it." is the response.

Savanna Riel of Clan Anna

Starting Class: Mortal Initiate

Mortal Initiate: A facsimile of Mortal Savant, pieced together from various scriptures, stories, and word of mouth. Though powerful, it teaches poor practices and can lead to stagnation of growth if not corrected. Has poor growths all around.

Strengths: Swords, Reason, Gauntlets

Weaknesses: Flying, Armor

Hidden Talent: ?

Abilities: Sword Prowess 2, Gauntlet Prowess 1, ?