Cassandra let her parasol slip through her hands, catching it by the handle and pressing the silver tip into the ground in front of her with a click. She lifted her other hand non-chalantly. Despite the shadows around her face, it was easy to see a predatory smile.
**With a quick motion for a drunkard, the nobleman grabbed the market girl by the arm as she tried to sidle away from what was surely a fight about to break out, and he proceeded to roughly toss her into Cassandra, and book it for the exit towards the Rue Saint Catherine.**
Artemisia - Oh, really? It wouldn't be too much trouble? I don't think I could possibly face them so soon. I kinda sorta... screamed about not needing their money before I stormed out, and look where it got me.
Artemisia - You are very pleasant, my lady. I hope we can continue this conversation when it's more convenient. And thank you most kindly for your hospitality, I don't want to keep you from your further business.