Almost immediately, as Cassandra slipped through the door, a sign of life reached her ears in the form of humming. All around the room were shelves of dark, sinister looking books, weapons and items appropriate for sacrificial purposes, orbs and pendants with strange symbols, and even the skeletons or pelts of various beasts and monsters long since returned to the shadows.<br/><br/>The one that Cassandra heard humming was at the far end of the room, dusting off a suit of demonic looking armor. She was a good head taller than at, a seeming seven feet. She was wearing an outfit reminiscent of the typical maid, though it was read with patches of midnight blue as aposed to the standard black and white. Though her back was turned to Cassandra, Cassandra would not miss the long tangle of snow white hair that fell in corkscrew drapes down past her shoulders. Her skin was rich and tan, though there were patches of wool puffing up around her forearms and her shins, which were exposed due to the shortness of maid dress. The curves of her body a sight to see, and there was even gone to it to suggest a strength beneath that otherwise delicate frame.<br/><br/>So occupied was this woman was with her cleaning that Cassandra should have no issue with taking her by surprise. This much seemed apparent.