(Nissa) The morning is a pleasant one for being so near the winter for Mantan. Bright sun and skies, and perhaps just a hint of rain later in the day. No one seems to be paying too much close attention to the weather, though. The cantina is filled with conversation, Mon Calamari shouting back and forth and carrying things. The building and the surrounding area has been decorated simply and elegantly, though it still seems a few minor touches are needed. Drinks and food of all kinds have been laid out, no real regard for who might be coming - children could, very well, walk up and steal some alcohol and not get scolded! Wandering her way through the entrance, and in a dress as well, is Nissa. She pauses in the doorway, leaning tiredly against the frame as she watches the goings on.