((Sorry about vanishing last night, being up since 4:30am that morning, I fell asleep on my computer… v////v))
Having talked with the young woman for quite some time the previous night, Cas was in a much better mood this morning. Yes, she had been lied to for many years, made to believe stories that held no truth in them what-so-ever, but she would not let that diminish who she was and who she came to be by pushing herself this far. She was skilled with her hands, able to pick locks and craft things. She was skilled at being stealthy, and only was heard if she wanted to be heard. She was also very talented in the magical arts, although she preferred not to use higher-level magic, as it took a toll on her body if used for too long. These skills were not passed onto her, but learned from training she put her body through and the countless hours of mistakes it took to learn. Finding out she was created through the use of magic and some alchemy would not make her doubt herself any more; Hero helped her get through that problem.
However, when she left last night, she had completely forgotten about purchasing the maps that belonged to Lucian, so she found herself wandering back to King Solomon’s Mind. She would push open the door, her entrance marked by the jingle she had become accustomed to, her eyes glancing around as the woman wondered who was here at the moment; maybe some of her new friends were here. Friends, she thought to herself, I have friends now.