<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/>Turning away from the open door, but not before she raised her right hand, magical energy crackling menacingly between her fingers, Cassandra glanced between Remi and Maldred, unsure as to what to say about what they'd been talking about between them this whole time.  And while Maldred was right, there were certainly rumors among the nobility she had heard growing up that would say that not all of her fellow nobles had been quite so unwilling to indulge in such taboo acts.<strong>"Civilized...."</strong>She chuckled darkly with a roll of her eyes, making it clear she thought the entire discussion humorous.<strong>"We pretend to be better than those beneath our station, but I can say with certainty that even the nobility aren't as 'noble' as we'd like everyone to believe.  My own mother might have been too cold for such things, but my now dead future husband certainly didn't act the part of being a man of noble bearing.  He was truly weak and pathetic in every sense of the word, and if not for what I did to change my inevitable fate, I'd have likely gotten desperate enough to consider such actions as to fuck the dogs before letting that fat pig get his hands on me.  Having said that, don't let people in my station fool you, some have likely done worse than to lay with their animals, but saying as much to them, even if its true, will likely land you in a great deal of trouble.  Just be careful, about what you say and to who.  If we are supposed to be blending in while pushing forward our new Queen's agenda, then a certain level of discretion will be required, something Maldred has already pointed out, in his way."</strong>She gently warned Remi as she let the barbarian go ahead, hoping that if someone did decide to attack them all, they'd go for her first if for no other reason than she was the most physically imposing.  As for Cassandra herself, the sorceress scanned the next room, looking once more for anything out of the ordinary or obvious threats to their persons.  She hadn't come this far only to end up full of crossbow bolts.<br/><br/>Having said all that and having opened the door before glancing around, Cassandra turned back to Maldred while keeping her eye on the space beyond.  She understood, now, he was just trying to help, but she couldn't keep her thoughts to herself any longer.<strong>"As for you, I appreciate what you're trying to do Maldred, but the last time I indulged my passions, eighteen people ended up dying in a fire.  Granted, my rage had been building and building for years, until it exploded outward in such a way that it was enough of a catalyst for my now awakened magic to be unleashed, but I'd rather not do anything of the sort on a whim.  Besides, I only just met you, her, and Wisp here, as well as her pirate friend, just this evening.  I've known Lady Meeks for a few weeks.  If anyone's going to....educate me in such matters, I'd rather it be someone I know, and only once I'm certain I won't....hurt someone again if I lose control like that once more."</strong>While she had nothing to fear in such regards, Cassandra had no idea, and while, again, that first explosion of rage and power had been a long time coming, she didn't want to take the chance lightly.  It wasn't an outright refusal though as she offered the young half elf a smile and a nod before returning her full attention to the room beyond.  It was now or never, as it were, and they had spent too much time lollygagging anyway.<br/><br/>While she sees no immediate threats before them, Cassandra still crosses the length of the room with her right hand held aloft, magical energy still crackling between her fingertips.  She doubted they were in any danger, even if they weren't alone, but she wasn't stupid, she wasn't about to take a chance after the last time she'd been stabbed in the back.  Still, when nothing immediately jumps out at her, she'd slowly relax as she stops in front of the much finer assortment of clothes that would fit a woman of her station, her free hand running over a red, low cut dress that had a number of embroidered, black roses sewn into the soft fabric.<strong>"What I wouldn't give for a spidersilk dress."</strong>She mused, shivering as she recalled the feeling of her new connection to what she can only assume is Malcanthet, her thighs rubbing together as the micro-orgasm warms her body.  Shaking her head, she'd push such feelings aside as best she can, not about to indulge herself now since there was still too much going on for her to be comfortable in doing so.<strong>"Adelaide, Maldred, let's check the rest of this place over, see what else we've been given.  If you find a bathing chamber of some sort, let me know, I feel I'm going to need a very long soak in a hot tub before I do much else today."</strong>Her desire for a hot bath wasn't a priority by any means, but she wanted some time to just relax and decompress after the insanity of the day.<strong>"And keep an eye out for anything amiss.  Traps, hidden guards, anything like that.  I'd rather we not be taken by surprise if we can help it."</strong><br/><br/>(Perception:  Roll: 1d20a2 Result: 11 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=105068))