It had been a tiresome morning, but beautiful. The weather had been particularly compatible as Cassius had gone about her morning chores in the small chapel on the outskirts of Primum. The service that morning had been quiet, consisting mostly of rural inhabitants that could afford to take the time in the morning to walk to the small, but humble building. Cassius liked it that way, being ordained in the relatively insignificant place of worship. It meant she knew the church goers as regulars. She spoke to them daily, celebrated in their joys and absolved their confessions. There were opportunities to rise further in the church, but she strangely liked it the way it was.

Her wandering tendencies had made her a great candidate for traveling to many of the other smaller communities and farmsteads across the land, and she had been known, on occasion, to travel with members of the inquisition on some minor authorities. She wasn't the most important addition to the church, but she held her own fairly comfortably.

She was just leaving one of the back rooms, a bundle of freshly scripted tomes in hand. They had just finished drying the previous night - Cassius remember penning the last few words, each one a piece of art. There were certainly presses abound to cover this kind of work, but she found she had an affinity for the flair of a well done, hand bound tome. Along with her bundle was an assortment of documents and records that needed to be taken further into the city to deliver to the head church that hosted most of the officials as it was.

That was the extent of her day, to go in and take care of some generic record keeping. It wasn’t going to amount to exciting work, isolating herself within the catacombs of the church, but she was honoured to be a part of the whole process. She too, was looking forward to brushing elbows with Barbara Kenias, a woman she had instinctively grown to like. In the brief few times she had been able to have a good conversation with the other, she had felt a true kinship with the female and was looking forward to immersing herself more into the church, and with the great, shining lights of individuals it hosted.

“I’ll be back later today, Martin,” she called out to one of the other clerics as she passed by then, tipping her head in acknowledgement and receiving a wave and a parting farewell in kind. With that settled, she started on her trek into the inner city, greeting most passerby’s as she went, as in this area of the population, Cassius was no stranger to the followers of the church.