[The assigned seating part of the arrangment doesn't faze Marianne too much. She's fairly used to it, given how noble houses have to plan everything to be politically adventageous--and her adopted father planned more than most. But to have it be random like this seems a bit unnecessary.

At least this man in blue sitting with her seems nice. She relaxes ever so slightly.]

Oh, no. This is my first time in Libertas. I'm from... um, I live in Cadens.

[That still feels so strange to say. There's still a part of her that feels like she might wake up from this strange dream at any time.]

Do you live here in Libertas? Or are you from elsewhere?