In the heart of the forest Cassian found himself interrupted by the sudden whizzing of an arrow, grazing mere inches from his face. With a fluid grace, he turned to face the source of the disturbance, his crimson eyes alight with curiosity and a hint of amusement.

"Well, well," he purred, his voice a velvety melody that danced upon the night air. Cassian couldn't help but feel a twinge of intrigue at the sight before him."what brings a pretty thing like you into these dark woods?."