Cassandra paced back and fourth in circles, wondering what to do with her current situation. Wanting a survey of the nearby landscape, she found a suitable heavy tree and began to climb, putting one foot to the lowest branch and scaling it fairly quickly, making it a third of the way up the tall oak before a voice called out and stopped her.
Giving one stray glance behind her, she caught sight of a young woman holding the gnome she had so nonchalantly discarded before. A perky eyebrow shot upwards, and Cassandra dropped from the tree, tufts of dirt spiking out from underneath her boots as she landed.
She looked the newcomer over; Her dress was definitely not like anything from where Cassandra was from, and covered much more of her body, for sure. But what mostly piqued Cassandra's interest was the axe in her hand; Already on edge from waking in a desolate location, her mind assumed the worst and another smirk crossed her expression.
"So I'm not alone out here, after-all! Who are you?" She asked, her tone oozing with confidence, before she waved with her hand to gesture towards this stranger not to bother answering. "Never-mind, don't care." Then, not giving Wendy time to react, Cassandra spun back around and tossed her sword, narrowly missing Wendy's face, pinning the hat of the gnome in her hand to the tree beside her. "Drop the axe and show me the way back home, or you'll have much more than a broken nose to worry about!"
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