<div class="floatleft">(http://68.media.tumblr.com/e7662fad12f269372b003682baf5ab51/tumblr_nqesr5mzRt1u5hdkbo1_500.jpg)</div>Cassia's expression is sour as she is made a fool of by the drunken sots. She tries to suppress the hot flush of anger and embarrassment from flooding her face, and her bosom swells as the paladin takes a deep, steadying breath. "Enough," she mutters, letting the attention fade from herself. She curses her arrogance – she will have to remember that the men here are neither her comrades in arms nor sworn to obey.<br/><br/>The paladin's eyes turn to Mia. She looks at the monk with a disapproving look. The innkeeper, to her, is a man of little merit. She merely nods, but her eyes convey that a few coins saved are hardly worth the indignity.<br/><br/>Then comes the blond stranger, trying to sooth things over. She remains silent for a beat, taking him in. A drunk, perhaps, but more pleasant than his fellows. A warm smile forms on her lips and she offers him a courteous nod. "You are too kind, friend. You have my thanks. I confess that I have arrived in your town only recently. If you would answer some questions, I would be most grateful."<br/><br/>If the man proves amenable to her request, Cassia continues: "For one, I wish to know the location of the slave market. I have an interest in purchasing a new serving girl." She lowers her voice slightly. "And there is another matter, friend. I have heard rumours of a cult in the desert. I have no desire to be accosted by them when I leave town. I wonder if you have heard anything of them?"