<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/>Inventory:  Belt with pouches, 2 sets of fine clothing plus undergarments<br/>Tagging:  New friends, and Lady Adelaide Meeks<br/><br/>While watching Adelaide turn the glassware into improvised stabbing weapons, which she then went about attaching to her new boots, was quite a disturbing display, in truth, at least for Cassandra, it simply drove the point home that she was incredibly resourceful and dangerously clever.  It was just another reason among many that made her so desirable in the young sorceress's eyes as she watched, enraptured, by the quick and efficient way she made her shoes into extensions of herself in such a way that no one that had seen her do it would ever know the truth until it was far too late to do anything about it.  It was just another reason why she loved this crazy woman.  But remembering herself and her own task, Cassandra returned to the rack of clothing before her, and her green eyes lit up as she found a couple of outfits, one a comfortable looking traveling dress (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/79/d2/d1/79d2d13df7fbfedaaf75bb8146122709.jpg) with a richly embroidered mantle about the shoulders, the other was a very low cut affair (http://www.milesteves.com/gallery/d/2425-2/Sorceress.jpg) that, while the cloth hem was just long enough to trail across the ground, was quite sturdy from what she could tell despite its more, risque cut across the chest with a matching black feathery cloak of cloth and black feathers, that would fit her personality and her requirements quite nicely.  All the while she kept up the general conversation, hoping Wisp, the barbarian, and Sena would join them soon so they could get out of this place all the quicker.  Glancing towards Adelaide as she pulled down her selected outfits, Cassandra folded the two outfits over one arm for now before taking them back to her bed.  She wanted a bath first before she even considered dressing, and she needed some undergarments anyway, which she began to search for through the available outfits.<strong>"It's alright, Adelaide.  I...appreciate your efforts in being candid, and honestly, I was afraid of my desires anyway, even as the mere sight of you made me want to throw caution to the wind.  It didn't help that my mother, in her self proclaimed <em>wisdom</em>, made it quite clear that she would not abide her daughters or sons being interested in the same sex as ourselves, so I had to keep my interest in other women buried until I killed her and the rest of my family.  But after so many years of being repressed, of being told such things were filthy and disgusting, even after freeing myself, I could never muster up the courage to say anything to you.  Of course, my caution was warranted given the things you regularly did to the poor fools we came across.  I'm not complaining, or trying to say you should be something you clearly aren't, but you can understand if I wasn't in any hurry to have an 'unfortunate accident', I'm sure."</strong>She chuckled despite her admission although the healthy blush to her pale cheeks suggested she was still embarrassed to admit it.<br/><br/>Despite all that, she offered the bard a reassuring smile as she found some very comfortable red, lacy underwear that would go quite splendidly with the clothes she had found already.  Folding them neatly on top of each other, Cassandra put the items on top of her clothes for now, adding a belt full of pouches attached to the left side to the growing pile.  She'd need the pouches for material components, so she wasn't about to ignore the chance to take a belt that came equipped with all the space she'd ever need for such things.  While she didn't immediately see one, she'd have loved to have a traveling pack or backpack of some kind, but barring that, she made it a mental note to find one the first town shop they visited.  Still, once everything was set aside for now, she'd return to looking for some kind of bathing area.  The sooner she had a chance to soak, the better mood she'd be in for later.  As it was, she was barely holding it together as it was since she had<em>died</em>.<em>Died</em>, not just been knocked unconscious or in a stupor from drinking too heavily.  She'd been dead.  There was no two ways about that, and she didn't know how well to handle it.