[By Cassandra's reasoning, it's been nearly two weeks since they showed up, and the bed Cassandra sleeps on in Longacre dorm isn't getting any more comfortable. So, as she rises, there's a mild amount of grumbling until she's on her feet, stretches and starts gathering the coins left on her bedside. She stops, briefly, only to inspect her right hand. If you've been close to her, you would have already seen it; scarred and burnt, slightly darkened up past her wrist. Anyone in her dorm will catch her flexing the fingers, watching it tense before she packs up and exists into the hallway.
...Huh. These signs definitely weren't there last night.
[Cassandra's elated! She pulls a dagger from the pile of trinkets - sure, it's a little rusty, but nothing a good polish wouldn't fix! Except the weight is off. And the shine of the blade...
She presses her finger to the tip of the dagger and pushes it down into the handle with a loud squeak. Her disappointment when she sighs is palpable.]
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...Huh. These signs definitely weren't there last night.
Well! Nothing to be done about it!
Onwards to the concession stand where Cassandra dutifully inserts all of her coins. And the output doesn't disappoint...]
No way!
[Cassandra's elated! She pulls a dagger from the pile of trinkets - sure, it's a little rusty, but nothing a good polish wouldn't fix! Except the weight is off. And the shine of the blade...
She presses her finger to the tip of the dagger and pushes it down into the handle with a loud squeak. Her disappointment when she sighs is palpable.]
Of course.