Neverran solidarity. Cassandra makes a small noise that can only be described as a scoff. Doubtful. She notes the way the mage fiddles with her gloves, but makes nothing of it - it cannot be easy, handling a staff. She would not know; she has never tried.

The woman does not look familiar, but then, it has been a long time since Nevarra, and Cassandra has done her best to forget as much of it as she can. "Perhaps that is for the best," she says dryly, and sheathes her sword before stepping forward. "- Cassandra."

At the last moment, she chooses not to give her last name. It is no less than Greta had done, after all, and she knows, and does not relish, the reaction that the name Pentghast is likely to garner. Better to delay it as long as possible.