<div class="floatleft">(http://68.media.tumblr.com/e7662fad12f269372b003682baf5ab51/tumblr_nqesr5mzRt1u5hdkbo1_500.jpg)</div>Cassia folds her arms across her chest, below her ample cleavage, as she listens to the conversation. She is silent through Drake's explanation of their task, save for a single question: "Do you know how many cultists there are in this monastery?" Whether their Thousand Truths are real, or the nature of the map they hold, or anything of the like isn't relevant now, she thinks. The question is how to be victorious against them.<br/><br/>Her face betrays displeasure as Drake raises Ember's notion of infiltration through slavery. "I do not like it," she declares rather tersely. "Becoming a slave in a place from which slaves never return seems a folly. There is no guarantee that we will not be slaughtered at once for these 'Thousand Truths.'" She pronounces the last two words with disdain heavy on her voice. Clearly the paladin does not think much of the cult. "I will not stand against the will of my companions," she goes on; "but for myself, I would prefer to ambush the slavers and cultists and pry from them more information. Then we can enter their abode armed and armoured, not bare and defenceless."<br/><br/>When the topic turns to accommodations, Cassia takes a look around the inn. "I have not. I will not crowd your room, though, Stormgale." She glances meaningfully at the three women, perhaps wondering if any of them will choose to do so. Then she raises a hand into the air. "Tavernkeep," she calls in a clarion voice. "I wish a room for the night. Without fleas, if possible."