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It's Cass-time bby and it's the hour of the bitch. In a Bane-honouring way.

Baldur's Gate - Hammer 1477 The icy claws of Deepwinter had gotten itself into the city of Baldur's Gate, reducing it into an almost virginal tapestry of white snow. At least, that was how it maybe was in some of the places in the Upper City. In the Lower City, the snow had been reduced to a gray after being walked over and the dirt of the street mixing in with it. A stark winter wind was blowing through the streets, reducing the ones who were forced to go outside for any reason to shivering bodies. It howled through the streets as a warning to stay indoors, nipping at anyone who dared to set a foot out of their door. A strand of red hair broke free out of a cloaked coat as Cassandra arrived at her destination of Flymm's Cargo. Nothing of softness that remained in either the environment outside and her own disposition, opening the doors to what was supposed to be a bustling warehouse brimming with activity. To be faced with only a small fraction of the workers there, Gortash tinkering away at his workbench like this was all normal. It wasn't.