<div class="floatleft">(http://68.media.tumblr.com/e7662fad12f269372b003682baf5ab51/tumblr_nqesr5mzRt1u5hdkbo1_500.jpg)</div>The buzzing of a fly around her head in afternoon heat makes Cassia irritable. She's found a seat against the edge of a disused well, the rocks warm against her thighs when she sits. Looking out on the market streets around her, the paladin watches the business of the day idly. As the children dash and shout between the stalls and the adults haggle and buy, she almost thinks it would be a good life. But then she sees a woman skulking around to a fruit merchant's stall and dropping down out of sight once she gets to his side of it. From the looks on the man's face, the woman hidden behind his baskets of grapes and plums is paying for his wares.<br/><br/>Cassia turns away with a disgruntled sigh. She stands abruptly, sheathing her sword at her hip and pushing herself off the well's edge. It must be time for the sermon, she thinks. And if not, better to move along.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Cassia will be attending the sermon.</div></div>