<div class="floatright">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/d8/bd/dc/d8bddcf915691f1a6084e11275d75f18--mother-art-dota-.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Cassandra Blackbriar (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1252610)</strong></span><br/>Place:  Traipsing through a forest in the middle of nowhere<br/>Time:  Late afternoon<br/>Wearing:  Now wearing this (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/79/d2/d1/79d2d13df7fbfedaaf75bb8146122709.jpg) plus red lacy undergarments and medium height dark brown leather traveler's boots.<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Inventory</div><div class="spoiler_body">Equipment<br/><br/>Belt with pouches<br/>2 sets of fine clothing plus undergarments<br/>a makeshift backpack<br/>a bedroll<br/>a mess kit<br/>a tinderbox<br/>ten torches<br/>ten days of rations<br/>waterskin<br/>fifty feet of hempen rope<br/><br/>Weapons<br/><br/>Two daggers<br/>a light crossobow with (20) bolts<br/>a quarterstaff<br/><br/>Spell components<br/><br/>4 moss<br/>1 cricket</div></div><br/>Tagging:  Adelaide and Wisp<br/><br/>Relaxing once the boar fell at Wisp's feet, Cassandra had a newfound respect and appreciation for the little woman in question as she steps away from the now dead beast.  The blood doesn't bother her, not after having worn most of her family's as a kind of grisly trophy after her run through the Blackbriar estate like a woman possessed, but the smell isn't exactly something she preferred.  The stink of bowels recently let go upon the animal's death, it smells almost the same as the stink of the burning bodies and the mutilated corpse she had left behind her so many miles away.  She shakes off momentary lapse and sighs as she walks over to Adelaide and Wisp, a nod of respect and approval being thrown towards the rogue before she put a hand on Meeks' shoulder.<strong>"You two certainly did better than I did.  Good job in dropping this beast, if nothing else we'll be able to harvest some meat before we leave."</strong>She already knew there was no way they could carry the entire thing back to the sanctuary, not if they wanted to keep up with the rest of the group, but she hated the idea of letting so much potentially good food go to waste in the middle of a field.  The only compromise then, at least in her mind, was to take what they could carry and do their best to catch up with the others once they'd done what they could.<br/><br/>(OOC:  Loved the Anastasia reference.  Loved Rasputin's song from the movie lol.)