<div class="floatleft">(http://68.media.tumblr.com/e7662fad12f269372b003682baf5ab51/tumblr_nqesr5mzRt1u5hdkbo1_500.jpg)</div>Cassia thinks back to her stolen purse. Even had she something to do, she has only Valva's lent coins to pay for it. She lowers her voice. "Remember, we have a singular purpose when we arrive at wherever this cult resides. We wish to take this stone of theirs and then escape. Try to avoid... complications."<br/><br/>Cassia spends the rest of the day lying low, occasionally sharpening her sword. The action is partly meditative, partly to deter any man who might think her easy prey. To herself, she worries for Valva. She doesn't particularly<em>like</em>the Holy One, with her meekness and her mewling sort of lustiness... But she also doesn't wish a horrible fate upon her. With a grimace, she sets such thoughts aside. It's only a few hours now, and then come what may.