Meadowlark Prairie Here I am…. A tumbleweed.

Convincing Cass had been so easy that for a moment there Dwin regained some confidence in her skills of making people submit to her will. The whole ordeal with Frolic had shaken that considerably. As it happens with a creative mind, multiple scenarios played out. In the first, Cass was a con-man - she had never met such, but the rumour was there of people with a charming facade, saying all the right things in order to con you in the end. In the second, this was more entertaining, he had no idea, who she was. What if... she was part of a cult - let's say, dragon-worshipers, and was leading him straight to his demise?

"Do you trust all people that easily or is it just me?" she asked him with a sly smile. "I may be taking you to become a dragon's lunch... or... I could kidnap you?"