<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:  The afterlife still, or back on the Prime Material Plane?<br/>Time:  Late evening last she knew<br/>Tagging:  New friends, and Lady Adelaide Meeks<br/><br/>Before Cassandra could reply to her friend, Maldred, as she quickly found out, woke up and kindly introduced himself, although not before correcting Adelaide regarding his intentions.  She had to agree with Adelaide though on this one, and finished her goblet's contents before moving to address the mad priest.  Or at least she had planned to, until Remi stepped in to beat his face in.  Letting them sort out their issues, Cassandra turned her green eyes on Adelaide and just shook her head at the bard.<strong>"I wouldn't go that far Adel.  I might be untouched, but I'm hardly a fool.  I knew you were trouble the moment I saw you, too bad that airheaded blonde that was on your arm that night wasn't so clever."</strong>Of course, what she didn't say was that, despite said blonde's subsequent demise, that she wished it'd been her that had been seduced and given such attentions, but that would be for another time.  As it was, she could appreciate the barbarian's confusion and frustrations, only so far as such matters entailed at least.  And while Maldred, again, raised a number of good points regarding their immediate concerns, she grimaced at the way he healed himself, her hand going up to her own nose before she could think better of it.<br/><br/>Shaking her head, Cassandra sighed and turned to the door before none too subtly yanking it open.  With all the noise they'd been making, there was little point to being stealthy anymore.<strong>"With all the racket we've been making, if there <em>is</em> anyone else here, we've no doubt told them we're wide awake.  Besides, we didn't get into those beds ourselves, someone had to have carried us.  I think it's safe to say we're not alone, and we're wasting time.  So, shall we take a look around while we're still young, assuming we're still not in Malcanthet's realm?  Until I see proof to the contrary, I'm going to assume that's the case."</strong>And with that, Cassandra boldly stepped forward into the next room.