Strunk

Cassie looks around, spotting the many, many enemies. She listens to the others a bit, before heading toward the Blacksmith. "This may seem like an odd thing to ask, considering all of the fighting taking place outside, but would you be so kind as to inform me of the types of weapons you're selling?" Cassandra moves to (5,6) and enters the Blacksmith's.

I'm here, I'm here! What are we doing again? *looks at map* Oh, right, dying.

Cassandra, upon discovering the food at the table, loses any feelings of drowsiness she'd had. She quickly scarfs down her portion and heads outside to enjoy the morning air. She spots the shaman, Kelbara, reading something. She sits down a bit away from her, relaxing. She takes occasional glances toward the woman, watching as she progresses through her book, but doesn't say anything.

Cassie sits at the table, watching as everyone walks in, out, and away. She visibly seems content and relaxed, though she doesn't say much. Soon after the others start heading to their beds, she follows suit. Despite the bloody events from earlier that day, she manages to fall asleep quickly, and her dreams are peaceful. Cassandra is asleep.

Cassie happily consumes the stew she'd been given, and more happily accepts the money. "Truthfully, I've been running a bit low on funds, already. I barely took anything with me when I left, and I haven't really had much to eat the last couple days. My only real options are to go home a failure, or find somewhere to work." She glances toward the others at the table, a small smile on her face. "I don't think I'll find too many groups as interesting as this one around here. Count me in. I'll be there to heal you all if you get hurt." With that, she quickly turns to her drink and begins draining it, too.

You should be an Archer.

Cassie checks each of the fallen enemies. Each one, as far as she can tell, is dead. Eventually, she notices several of the others heading toward the Inn, and decides to follow.

Cassandra takes a short rest from checking the enemy, which so far all seem to have caught a case of death, and turns toward the person that called to all of them. Her voice is quiet as she responds. "I'm Cassandra, although... people call me Cassie, or Cass. I'm actually from near here. I just left home a couple weeks back, and... this is the first time I've seen anything this... savage."

"Right." Cassie mentally scolds herself, not having thought that the enemy could have survived. ''These people aren't so bloodthirsty that they would take lives if it could be helped... at least, I'd hope not." With that, she moves to check each fallen enemy for any signs of life.

Cassandra slowly moves forward, taking the time to glance around the battlefield at the bodies of those who have fallen. She makes her way to the man that had taken out the last enemy. "You're hurt. Please, allow me to help." She raises her staff and begins mending his wounds. She then steps back a bit, trying not to interrupt their conversation. "If anyboby else is hurt, come to me, and I'll fix you up." With that, she steps back a bit, out of the way.

"I think he was the one leading the rest. Personally, I'd rather not learn the name and story of this man, when we're about to take his life. I'm sure if there's something really important, we'll learn of it soon enough." Cassandra ends her turn, staying where she is.

Cassie moves a bit closer, watching as the others attempt to reason with the enemy shaman. She stays a bit away from the enemy, preferring not to get blasted with dark magic, but close enough to rush in and heal anyone, if the need arises. Cassandra moves to (5,7) and ends her turn.

"Right. I'll move as fast as I can." She follows the Dancers advice, hurrying to catch up to the others. She wonders briefly about the men that had fallen against them, the kind of lives they'd led and the people they'd left behind, but quickly forces the thoughts from her mind. Instead, she sets her sights on the lone enemy, standing near the river, and continues her march. Cassandra moves to (6,6) and ends her turn.

"All but one," she replies to the Innkeeper. "That one should fall soon enough. We were lucky, with so many brave men and women around to fight. Now, I should return to the others and make sure they are all right." With that, she takes leave of the Inn.