Seeker Fortress, Montsimmard, Orlais, Monday

After months of wearing nothing but her armor or the comparatively heavy clothing of Fandom, the loose garments Cassandra had been given felt strange on her shoulders. Almost as if they were non-existent; implying an ease of life and movement she was not entirely sure was ever hers to have. In fact, she was rather sure she preferred otherwise. In this upcoming trial, she may yet need the sense of strength the weight imparted on her.

( In which Cassandra goes to Vigil. )

Cassandra opened the door before her, and strode inside. She let all thoughts go, as well as she could. There would be time to purge what remnants stayed behind, but she was confident she would see it through.

"And there I saw the Black City," she murmured, "its towers forever stain'd, its gates forever shut..."

[[ establishy. ]]