<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/9c/ac/2b/9cac2bcca72b6332327f2540d599ecfa.jpg) </div><strong>Character Name:</strong><em> Cassandra (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=328118.msg15729356#msg15729356)</em><br/><br/><strong>Wearing:</strong><em>  Pictured, plus old backpack and walking staff<br/><br/><strong>Location:</strong> bar<br/><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Jeh, open<br/></em><hr/><br/>Cassandra could have cared less about horns... Or at least horns on guys. The other way around had potential, for reasons. She looked up at the warrior woman, having to smile at being called lass.... It was both almost right and so horribly wrong. Glancing at her cup, the old blonde sighed.<br/><br/>"Thank you, but no... I seem to be drinking alone, which always gets out of hand, and I most certainly don't want to leave the first impression that crying to myself in the corner makes." She shrugged, joking totally not joking, funny because it's sad and true.