"You can't be serious, Harald"<br/>"Calm down Gelda, she is a gown woman now"<br/>"She's eighteen"<br/>"And has enough sense to look after herself"<br/>Cassia sighed as her parents argued, they had been arguing for over three weeks now since she decided to finally leave the town. She neatly folded a few clothes and a new journal into a rucksack, she placed her savings in a purse within her bra, with a few coins in her pocket for extra suppiles when she reached the next town. A dagger was hidden under her skirts. She held her cloak over her arm and swung the rucksack onto her shoulders and turned to walk downstairs.<br/>"I'm ready"<br/>Her parents stopped arguing to look at her. Her father smiled and beckoned her closer for a hug,<br/>"Keep in touch, write to us from town, try not to forget us eh?"<br/>"Yes father" He smiled again and ruffled her cinnamon coloured curls. Her two sisters also embraced her, making her promise over and over to bring back exciting stories and presents. She turned to her mother last,<br/>"Mother . . ."<br/>"You'll regret this trip, we all will"<br/>"Mother, please . . ."<br/>"Go, I can't stop you apparently" She stormed away, her infant son in her arms. Cassia sighed, her fathergave her one last hug for encouragement and her sisters waved as she left the house and walked through the market square towards the town gate.