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『Reconnaissance』

Thirty minutes had gone by since they had climbed the wall, and they have reached the south western tower overlooking the South and Western Paths leading to the city.

Jack, now walking four paces behind Cassandra, was watching the back of his little partner's head. His gaze, was blank. His thoughts, were traveling faster than light could possible comprehend. The world around him was moving so slowly, yet he was calculating her next step, the possibility if she was going to fall within the next hour.

As they walked through the tower, they passed by a couple of Guards who were slouched over a table. Looking over paperwork, writing reports on thick parchments.

Jack hardly showed much interest except for a simple glance at what they were doing.

It was at least something he could comprehend thanks to Cassandra's tiny mind. He didn't have her very high on a pedestal. For the time being she was to just be a tool, and possibly a toy should she feel the need to keep prodding at him.

At least he knew what drove her, what she was attracted to. Intelligence. He could understand her emotional status, her actions what pushes her. Her only motivation was gaining knowledge, with a minor goal of avoiding marriage.

That being using him to make sure her father doesn't forcefully use her as a political tool.

Jack in that department was rather sympathetic for her. He didn't want her sent off to god knows where to possibly be bullied into submission by someone else.

A happy subordinate, is a working subordinate. If she wasn't happy, she wouldn't work. Though that was most people. If they weren't happy, they'd likely not work unless it was something to drown themselves in to avoid feeling that way.

There were so many different kinds of people out there that it was hard for him to figure out who was what and what was who.

Vivian was a young woman who had survived torture, abuse and inhumane treatment from simple villagers and a group of Knightly folk who knew not chivalry.

The world was vulgar in every direction he looked. Poverty in the streets, defenses so broken that they'd not even stop a simple toothpick.

His eyes drifted over the door which lead to the western perimeter wall, tracing over the shoulders of Cassandra. Small, cute, witty. He'd dissect just about anyone who was put in front of him in order to understand them. Reactions told him a lot, especially when he showed what he truly was to people who lacked prior knowledge.

As they went through the door and exposed themselves to the sun once more, the two slowed down and looked over towards the North West Tower. Unlike the North East and even the South East, and the one behind them, that particular tower seemed a lot more quieter.

No movements in the windows could he see. He didn't even see anyone on the Northern Wall. The door of the North Eastern Tower also appeared to be open, at least that is as much Jack could see of it.

There were hundreds if not thousands of buildings interrupting his view, which was in flux as they started to resume their previous pace.

That was when he noticed someone standing on the Western Wall. No, walking towards them. They were in a green elven cloak with golden accents, their face obscured by shadow.

Closer the two would get, and quickly Jack would notice Cassandra couldn't see the individual as they were walking passed them. Yet Jack's eyes followed the Elf as they were walking casually on by. "Cassandra, halt."

Cassandra misstepped, stumbled forward when he had told her to halt, before whipping around with a frown on her lips. "I AM NOT A DOG!" She snapped before pausing seeing Jack's head moving, watching as if he was following the movement of an invisible object or person.