<div class="floatleft">(http://68.media.tumblr.com/e7662fad12f269372b003682baf5ab51/tumblr_nqesr5mzRt1u5hdkbo1_500.jpg)</div>Cassia looks on while Mia makes the group's introductions to the pair of cultists. She does her best not to glower at them, instead keeping her head proudly level and her face calm and pacific. She's here to find inner peace, the paladin reminds herself. Not to steal some extravagance for Drake.<br/><br/>Despite her face and her thoughts, Cassia is on edge. And mood has not been improved in the least by the beads of blood that she noticed earlier along Ember's arm. She does not know the cause: perhaps some foul magic, perhaps some disease. Either way, if the woman wishes to speak of it, she will. No good would come of making an accusation now, at such a critical time. Above all, we must be convincing.<br/><br/>When Mia finishes, Cassia steps forward, giving a tug on the rope by which she holds Valva. The warrior-woman offers her own bow, low enough that her deep cleavage is visible. "We do not ask that you take us in as mere charity," she speaks, continuing where Mia has left off. "Rather, we offer up this slave as a gift. She is a fine creature, blessed by the Gods with many gifts. You will surely have a use for her." She gives Valva another tug, slightly harder, and gestures with her hand for the priestess to present herself to the cultists.