Having escaped the battle on the hilltop with minimal physical injuries ('having your soul almost eaten' is more psychological than physical as it turns out), Cassie had taken it upon herself to range slightly further afield to keep an eye out for encroaching danger and for supplies further outside of hobbling range. The sounds of music in an otherwise-abandoned city are worth investigating. She's not sure if it's a trap or if the person responsible is ignorant of potential dangers or supremely confident in their ability to take on all comers. From the size of the man when she finally sees him, and the size of the mace he's carrying, she's guessing the third (she probably couldn't even lift that thing).

Now to find out if he's friendly. Presenting a small and travel-worn blonde wearing silver bracelets half-covering her forearms and a Grecian-inspired red and gold top over blue jeans.

"Nice mace," she says by way of greeting.