<div class="floatright">(http://pcdn.500px.net/1457206/db808eb72ec7f66c5fee911270793ffb863a582d/3.jpg)</div>Cassandra Keisling/Fang<br/><br/>Cassandra smiled when the sign changed for her.  She parked her bike and locked it down, then strode briskly inside.  "Thanks for opening for me, professor.  I was wondering if you maybe had binding materials for a spirti of man at force three?"<br/>She leaned back against an open patch of wall and looked around the shop.  "Who's been harasssing you, sir?  Do you know what they're after?"