Cassandra watched as Althaia and the tavern keeper conversed, interested in the exchange of both the bag and the words that the two spoke. From what she gathered, it was something important, and the way the white-haired lady instructed the keeper to take care of his wife, she figured it might have been something related to a medical problem. Was she an apothecary, perhaps? If so, Cassandra thought that she may just have to make a purchase if she ran into her at some point. Medicine was important out on the road, and running out of it could stop an adventure in its tracks. Poorly treated wounds or illnesses that could be easily taken care of in a city could lead to death when isolated in the wilderness with no supplies, especially ones that crippled movement. It was grim, but a reality that needed to be considered.<br/><br/>For now, Cassandra returned her focus to the tavern's staff, finally passed a menu listing the establishment's available food and drinks. It wasn't really the time for heavy alcohols, she thought, so she took some tea and a plate of steak and vegetables. The menu was passed back, and she once again waited, considering her plans for the immediate future.