As an apprentice Casper didn't recieve heavy attention most of the time, a whimp of a boy who looked like the youngest of the squires could easily take him out but protected merely from the knowledge of who his master was. There was a definite unwillingness to cross any mage employed by the dark king from what Casper had gathered, the apprentice most willing to take advantage of that, and some of that reflected on the redhaired youth, and pretty-boy Casper was left alone most of the time. Though that could of course have something to do with how the youth was frequently seen collecting all kinds of gross things for his master.<br/><br/>Like the blood of the executed assassin for example, Casper had diligently filled small clay pitchers and labelled them while being careful to not spill much of it on her clothes though the gloves she wore didn't look quite useable after that. But master Volgo didn't have an immediate need for them, judging from the sounds coming from his dwellings he had found other things to preoccupy his mind, a goat or sheep if Casper interpreted the sounds correctly.<br/><br/>As a girl Caspia's situation was rather bone-chilling, not only did she have to make sure she wasn't discovered but she was working rather close with a quite strange man and in her vicinity there was one who few words could describe. It was regrettable that her old master had passed her into the care of Volgo but she couldn't deny that he was knowledgeable, in the years she had apprenticed for him she had learned more than she thought possible despite the sheer grossness of some of the things she had learned.<br/><br/>Caspia slipped down the stairs from her master's dwellings again, having left the pitchers in the storage room, and washed her bloodsoaked gloves in cold water with some salt. Without the gloves her hands looked suspiciously small and gracefull, her wrist slender and fragile when compared to the hands of a boy. Things were starting to get troublesome, her clothes were large enough to hide her shape if she padded out her stomach a little but even that was getting difficult. Not to mention how dangerous her monthly cycle was proving, Volgo could almost smell blood so she had to make sure to spill pig's blood on her skin every day while she was bleeding.<br/><br/>Sighing Caspia hung her now simply discoloured gloves up to dry, she had wanted to study rituals but if the master was busy that wasn't an option after all and it left her eager for something to do that took her far from master Volgo and that poor goat. She could sneak into the kitchen of course, the maids all knew her as a scrawny pretty boy and most of them were eager to pamper her despite her master, but that didn't appeal to her, neither did hiding in the stables as she wasn't particularly close with the stable-boys.<br/><br/>While contemplating her choices Caspia's green eyes fell on Alina climbing up onto the cart and Caspia darted out a door, around a corner and followed a wall untill it lowered enough for her to climb over it, jumping down on the road beside it and waiting just a moment for Alina's cart to come close enough.<br/>"Room for a passenger?"