She shook her head, snorting a bit. "I'd believe that if I could clearly see the strands of your fate. But my sight slips off you. Why that is, I do not know, but..." Cass shrugged. There was a good chance that if she had time, she might get a firmer grasp, but at the moment, there were other, more important matters to attend to.

A musty, too-sweet greenish-brown scent assailed her nostrils, and Cass crouched, pawing through a number of smaller boxes stashed under a desk. She drew back with a smaller, leather-encased miniature suitcase, and paused only to open it. Briefly, a bar of brown substance was exposed--it looked something like a low quality brownie, but Cass knew that she'd just found the objective of her search.

"Now to extract it. Though we need to be extra careful on our way out--or cool our heels here, while the guardsmen pass." With that, Cass extinguished the light orb she'd created with a thought--no need to tempt fate, after all.