<div class="floatleft">(http://68.media.tumblr.com/e7662fad12f269372b003682baf5ab51/tumblr_nqesr5mzRt1u5hdkbo1_500.jpg)</div>Cassia watches warily as the quartet of guards surround them. Her brow furrows in anger: these men, it is clear immediately, are no true soldiers. While Ember speaks, the paladin silently seethes. When one of the mercenaries points his spear at the sorceress, Cassia only barely manages to restrain herself from drawing her blade. As such, her hand goes to its hilt. For a slow, tense moment, she stares down the four predatory guardsmen. "Very well," she growls at last. Her hand makes a slow motion of drawing her blade and inverting it to hand the weapon over to the nearest of the guards. "We will go with you... gentlemen without trouble."<br/><br/>Having placed herself in their power, the paladin looks across the square, then turns back to face her accusers. "What crime have we committed?" Cassia asks bluntly. She knows the answer, but she wants vindictively for the man to give her a pretence nonetheless, if only to make him do something he's not used to: thinking.