<div class="floatleft">(http://68.media.tumblr.com/e7662fad12f269372b003682baf5ab51/tumblr_nqesr5mzRt1u5hdkbo1_500.jpg)</div>Cassia seats herself at the table in the morning, her sword hanging at her hip and her armour already buckled around her voluptuous frame. "Well met, friends. I learned last night that these priests who come to town do so in groups of three, wearing robes of brown. A pair of them look for converts while the other goes to the slave market." She takes a bite of bread, then proceeds on. "I will go to the slave market. Perhaps one of you might pose as my prisoner. It is said that they seek beautiful women, and I have little doubt that we would get an audience."<br/><br/>Mia proceeds to offer her herbal mixture. Cassia takes a pouch with a quick nod of approval to the monk. "Indeed. It seems as if all our nights required such measures, and I dare not think of the filth that we might encounter in this wicked town." The paladin adds as an afterward, her proud voice tinged with a hint of shame: "You must all be wary. My gold was stolen from me the evening past. You had best keep yours somewhere safe."