Paying no more heed to the guard apart from a curt, "Thanks," Cassarah entered the fortune teller's residence and took a quick glance around. It seemed like a cosy place, but it just seemed so...stereotypically mystical. There were a few implements of magic, but many interesting shapes seemed to be mundane artwork. Nevertheless, Cassarah approached Sheera, getting down to business. "Greetings Mistress Solomon," She said in a less entranced tone than most of Sheera's customers were likely to sound, "I am Cassara Vincent, we talked over letters about my research? Would now be a good time to talk to you?"

To her annoyance, the young guard bumbled in partway though Cassarah's greeting. She turned her head and shot narrow eyes at him. "Thank you for your help, guard. I need a moment with your mother," she said as if talking down to him. This strange young man was testing her patience.