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Cass knew so many of the different people who had made their way to Atlantis, and she’d enjoyed catching up with them all. Very few knew that she was her father’s equal, most just assumed her father used her charming nature to smooth his path, not that he needed it. Her quick way with words was inherited from him. 

One of those people was Acalan. Although they didn’t have much business in the past, they’d had enough, and she knew that Aztlán was in constant conflict with Roanoke. 

Although she didn’t care about sides, she did care about money, and truth was, they’d be able to sell both sides. Seeing the Cuāuhtli, Cass pinched her cheeks to bring some colour into them before calling out to him in his own language, although Atlantis would translate for them if she hadn’t studied a little of every language. 

Once she caught up with him, she spoke calmly, head bowed in respect. “You might not remember me, I’m Cassandra Armstrong? You did some business with my father, I believe.”