[i]"This city will burn if they breach the walls."[/i]

Cassius grimaces slightly at the thought. Buildings on fire, crumbling; people screaming, crying, panicking; families torn apart needlessly. Maren had mentioned her brother a scant few times. Not that he really cares about the minutia and the drama of it all, but if this Mago fellow is paranoid and power-hungry enough to burn a city down, he is, at the very least, a [i]massively[/i] unpleasant individual. Thank God he's an only child - every group of siblings he's ever met have convinced him having a sibling is a special sort of hell.

[i]"...They are not organized enough to take this city that quickly, but once they do..."[/i]

Cassius glances down in a bit of confusion as Maren tucks the handkerchief in his breastplate.

[i]"Keep me alive Cassius. Do that and you and your men will be well rewarded."[/i]

"Of course, milady." Cassius replies with a small nod. 

As she turns away, he pulls the handkerchief from his breastplate to further examine it. He takes his glove off to rub it between bare fingers, tilting his head slightly as he observes the lace-like patterns on the silk. It's a very nice kerchief indeed. He has the fleeting thought to return it - he has no need for it, afterall - but.. it is [i]very[/i] nice.

Cassius folds and safely tucks the cloth into a small, unimpressive leather bag which he keeps on his belt before putting his glove back on.