From the moment they'd gotten word of the new influx of refugees, Magne had been up at the Oak & Iron, working flat-out to help prepare rooms, move beds around, and help the kitchen staff here and there to fetch what they needed. If someone new wanted to find where they should rest, she'll have done the honors.

At the potluck, she stands beside a couple of things: one huge pot full of steaming, fluffy white rice, and a massive covered dish in which had been layered a lot of pork cutlets, breaded and neatly sliced. A second dish holds chicken katsu for those that aren't able to eat pork.

Notable about her appearance: stubble that denotes she hasn't taken the chance to shave today due to the much more important work of tending the people that need her, a nice peasant blouse under a lovely green and brown leather Edith corset laced to give her a meager figure, and auburn hair tied up behind her head out of her face as she helps to scoop food onto plates for those that want some help.

"Here hun, take a little more. There's plenty to go around."