<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/e5/Leanna_decker.jpg)</div><strong>Cassandra Fireblossom</strong>(https://docs.google.com/document/d/1iUgvhXjgTwZPMOVKAZLi93XY8WA7WN8nKVYvimrFTRg/edit)<br/><br/>Dry wind rippled waves of ginger hair.  A petite girl with bright blue eyes walked into town with alongside a peddler's wagon.  She didn't exactly look   like a guard—if anything she looked like the peddler's girlfriend.  Or harlot.  Or at least his rebellious daughter.  Her tight tummy was bared to the sun by her high cropped tunic—as were the lower curves of her extremely generous breasts.  Blue trigger trousers road low on her hips revealing arcane sigils tattooed on her hips.  They could have magical significance but could just as easily be a fashion choice.  Copper bangles with golden beads encircled her wrists and angles.  She carried no weapons—not even a walking stick—but the knife at her belt could probably do in a pinch.<br/><br/>Clearly the actual guard was the burly old soldier walking on the other side of the peddler's wagon.<br/><br/>Nonetheless, “This is my stop, Uncle,” she said, and the inflections behind uncle definitely sounded more like, 'informal but polite form of address to an older man,' than, 'Family.'  “Want me to stick with you 'til you're set up?”<br/><br/>“Nah, don't worry about it,  Cassie.  Hans and I can take it from here.”  He passed the girl five silver coins.  “You really deserve more than that for flaming those goblins.”<br/><br/>“Don't worry about that, sir,” she pocketed the silver in her belt purse, “I couldn't have handled those goblins without Hans, and you fed me really well and let me sleep in the wagon.  I kind of feel guilty taking this.”<br/><br/>She didn't take the silver back out, though.<br/><br/>The burly old soldier walking on the other side of the wagon now came around while they were halted and put a hand on her shoulder.   “I was wrong about you, girl.  Your going to do fine in this work.  Just remember, don't get so caught up in charity that you don't eat and don't tackle those ruins alone, okay Cassandra?”<br/><br/>“Yes, sir,” she replied, looking up at the gray bearded soldier with a youthful smile and giving a bow.  “I learned a lot from you, Hans.  I won't forget.”<br/><br/>The little redhead started away for the inn, stopping once to turn aback and wave again.<br/><br/>A raven drifted out of the sky and settled easily on her shoulder.  “Looking out for us, Poe?”<br/><br/>He replied with a caw, and the redhead grinned, “Let's get some food.  Maybe we can find a team where I'm not the only girl.”