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She was sure that the lands had seen many changes since her father's time, though he himself admitted to not having spent much time on this side of the mountain. A season ago she had seen it briefly, the still-present scars of the fire, and the lingering scent of death that had been snowed over and healed, and snowed over again. It had been peculiar, but not altogether unwelcoming. Cassandra would be tempted to see it for herself, if only to take in for real what she imagined as visual poetry. The sea, there, as well, was something Kharma had spoken of fondly -- a rare note of earnest positivity when recalling anything from his past that wasn't his lost mate.
The colorless woman cupped an ear forward at the inflection on "woman" and shifted her weight to her other foot, but otherwise did not react to the insinuation. The judgment was not unfamiliar, but she had long since decided that this sort of attitude from men was better than some alternatives. Chauvinism could be leveraged, and it was another trick she could keep up her sleeve if strangers were so eager to brand her as helpless. Cassandra had a quiet arrogance about her, but she knew her own limits. She could take care of herself, but she was not ashamed to run away. There was always a time and a reason to run away.
"No," she said of Salsola. "Except for Inferni, I'm unfamiliar with the packs of this region." Inferni had a history generations long, filled end to end with notoriety. Salsola had not existed when her father had last been in the area, so it was not strange for any traveler to know of one and not the other. She returned the man's cautious gaze blink for blink. "My name is Cassandra Asylum," she said, knowing it would mean nothing to him. "What threatens this place?"
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