Cassie

Cassie had finally managed to catch her breath. Her organs obeyed the will to survive, her mind and heart racing like mad. She essentially was lost, but all she knew was there's people after her for right now.. Her wool is matted with sweat and just a bit of blood, likely not hers, but only likely. Usually, most jobs (or certain types of payment) end like this. But this wasn't most jobs. Her brigandine is banged up, her flintlock shot out of ammo, and her other preferred weapons left back at that dreaded place or broken anyways. Although endowed moderately with athleticism, she has just barely managed to escape the hunters pursuing her, only for the time being. She *needs* to get to another town, but with those brigands hot on her metaphorical and not metaphorical tail, she has to choose what the hell to do.