Cassandra was walking through Whitestone. The sun had long since dipped below the horizon, and many of Whitestone’s denizens have already snuffed out their lanterns and gone to bed for the night. Cassandra, however, couldn’t quite get to sleep, despite having had a long day, so she’d decided to take a walk and get some fresh air. As she approaches the gates that allow people to enter and exit the city, she notices something that catches her eye.