Cassarah even went as far as to pull on the side of her cowl that was facing the two guards. If she was lucky, she wouldn't be stopped. Her heart sunk and her pace quickened as she heard the footsteps of one of them approaching. She didn't need to deal with this right now, she just had to be on her way to see that damned wise woman.

Then he said something that stopped Cassarah in her tracks. Her staff hovered over the ground right before it was going to land again. This was too strange to ignore now. She slowly turned her head, one eye spied the guard with brow that spoke of equal curiosity and anger. She turned the rest of her body until she saw the man with both her eyes and looked at him with her head angled to one side. She hardly heeded him tripping over his own words as she gave her own response, slowly and with menace. "What did you just call me?" The tip of her staff began to glow faintly as she prepared to flash the guard's eyes to disorient him if he made any sudden moves. The only one who ever called her 'Cass' was her riding instructor. He died two years ago.

The guard appeared to be having trouble even speaking at this point, so Cass threw another question at him. "Who the hell are you?"