[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#DB7093]Cassiopeia Claire Alistair[/color][/h1]
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[b][color=#DB7093]Location:[/color][/b] Cassi’s Home – Chicago, IL 
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	[color=#DB7093][I]Hmm, and you don’t think I am?[/i][/color] I question him. I hope I’m not coming off as abrasive. It really is just my incessant need to ask questions and learn about things. I guess I want to know if I gave off a vibe that stated I needed to be looked after. Did Nic think he needed to save me or look after me? I was a three-hundred-year-old sorcerer. If anyone was self-sufficient, here it was me.