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Several blocks away, Cassandra finally slowed her pace, releasing Zafron's hand as they ducked into a quiet side street. Both were breathing heavily, more from the adrenaline of the encounter than from physical exertion.

Zafron leaned against a wall, his mind still struggling to process what he had witnessed. He looked at Cassandra, who was peering cautiously around the corner to ensure they hadn't been followed.

"So," he began, trying to keep his voice steady, "is this a normal day for you? Fending off multiple attackers with... whatever that was?" He said, casually glancing at the woman in a veil.

Cassandra turned back to him, a wry smile visible beneath her veil. "Not exactly normal, no," she replied. "But unfortunately, not as uncommon as I'd like."

She paused, studying Zafron intently. "What about you? Do you often charge into alleys to save strangers from danger?"

Zafron felt his face flush. "Uh, no. Definitely not. This was... well, let's just say it was very out of character for me."

Cassandra's eyes crinkled in amusement. "Well, I'm glad you did. Even if I could handle myself, it's nice to know there are still people willing to help others."

"I suppose proper introductions are in order, given the circumstances," she said with a sigh at the end.

'He seems cool,' Cassandra thought very briefly before she made up her mind on what next to do.

With a fluid motion, she removed the veil, revealing a face that was exceptionally beautiful. Zafron almost coughed out in disbelief seeing the lady that just fought off some thugs looking this gorgeous!

"I'm Cassandra Beaumont," she said, offering a gentle smile. "And you are...?"

Zafron found himself momentarily stunned, both by her beauty and the openness of her gesture. He quickly gathered his wits, clearing his throat before responding.

"Zafron," he managed, his voice cracking slightly. "Just Zafron will do, "

Cassandra's smile widened. "Well, Zafron, I owe you my gratitude. Where were you headed before our little run-in. 'Least I can do is help you get there safely."

Zafron's face fell as he remembered the shattered orb. "I... I was trying to get home. But my map, it was destroyed in the fight. I'm not sure I can find my way now."

Cassandra's brow furrowed in concern. "That's unfortunate. But don't worry, I'm sure something can be done. Why not follow me to my cart and If you can give me a general area or any landmarks near your home, I'm sure we can figure it out together."

"Consider it my way of saying thank you for your bravery, misplaced as it might have been," she added with a playful wink. So kind people like this existed afterall?

"And you are sure it wouldn't be any trouble?" Zafron asked. It was a lot asking a total stranger to escort him home more less a woman that just took out three thugs by herself and in a way, ended up saving him instead of the other way around.

"I assure it's fine. I don't mind. Besides, I could use the extra time out," Cassandra said, not adding any sort of context. Her face simply became neutral as if at that moment, she had no thought running through them.

"Well then, thank you. It would be incredibly helpful." Zafron said.

Cassandra led Zafron through a series of winding alleys before emerging onto a quiet side street. There, parked discreetly in a corner, sat an elegant cart unlike any Zafron had seen before.

"We're going to wave down another cart, right? You wouldn't believe how much they charge for those things and that one in particular, it seems rather expensive,"Zafron said eyeing the vehicle parked in front of them.

Cassandra merely smiled as they continued walking up until the point they reached the vehicle where she stopped.

To his surprise, the driver in the vehicle who was an older man stepped down and opened the door with a flourish. "My lady," he greeted Cassandra with a respectful nod. "How were your adventures in the industrial district today?"

"Eventful, I must say," Cassandra responded to her driver.

Zafron's jaw dropped. He stood rooted to the spot. 'My lady?!! This one right here? This walking weapon?!!!' he thought glancing at Cassandra and then the driver trying to see how any of this made sense.

Cassandra turned to him with an amused smile. "Coming?" she asked, gesturing for him to enter.

Still stunned, Zafron climbed into the luxurious interior. The seats were plush leather, and intricate magical runes glowed softly along the walls.

Once they were settled, Cassandra turned to him. "Can you tell my driver where your house is located? Any landmarks or general area would help."

Zafron hesitated, trying to recall the details from the now-shattered map orb. "It's... uh, near a large fountain? I think there was a market nearby, and some kind of magical academy?...I'm not quite sure but -"

Nodding along to Zafron's description, before he could even finish, the driver's eyes lit up with recognition. "Ah, you must mean the Silverleaf District. It's the only area I know with these very structures present. Is that correct, sir?"

Zafron nodded eagerly, relief washing over him. "Ehm...yes...yes... that sounds right!"

With a wave of the driver's hand, the cart hummed to life. Zafron felt a slight lurch as it rose into the air, gliding smoothly above the bustling streets below.

For a while, they sat in comfortable silence, the magical vehicle moving at a steady pace through the sky. While they moved, he peered through the windows getting a wider view of the scene below him. He couldn't help but marvel at the view of Drakoria spread out beneath them.

Eventually, Cassandra broke the silence. "So, what brings you to the industrial area? Are you a merchant come to sell your wares?" She paused, studying his face. "Though you don't seem very familiar with the place so that would be strange if indeed you were," she said maintaining steady eye contact.

Zafron shook his head. "No, nothing like that. I actually just moved to Drakoria from Astoria. I was out looking for a job when... well, you know the rest."

Cassandra nodded, her eyes lingering on him for a moment longer. She didn't press for more details, which Zafron found both relieving and slightly unnerving.

As they continued their journey, Zafron's mind was filled with thoughts.

'Who is she? Why does she have a private cart and driver? And why was she in that alley?'

'Also... That ability of hers...what the system said...can I really copy her ability?'

As much as he wanted to try it out right now and see for himself, he knew the only chance he had back then was when he was in contact with her because as soon as he lost contact, the prompt disappeared. Plus, right now didn't feel like the perfect place to start browsing through his system.

He could not afford to look like a mentally challenged individual in front of a lady who was trying to help him.

'Best behaviors Zafron, best behavior,' he told himself like a little kid.

He glanced at Cassandra, who was now gazing out the window, her expression unreadable. There was clearly more to her than met the eye, but Zafron wasn't sure if he should pry.

'I just hope I described the place accurately,' he fretted silently. 'The last thing I need is to end up lost in another part of this enormous city.'

The cart began to descend, and Zafron's heart rate picked up. Would he recognize anything? Or had he inadvertently sent them on a wild goose chase?

As they neared the ground, familiar sights began to appear. The fountain he'd mentioned came into view, its sparkling waters quite the welcome sight. Relief flooded through him...'Okay, that wasn't so bad after all,' he thought with relief.

"We're approaching the Silverleaf District," the driver announced. "Where exactly shall I drop you, sir?"

Zafron leaned forward, scanning the area. "There!" he exclaimed, pointing to a street corner. "I recognize that building. My home is just down that street."

The cart touched down gently, and the driver opened the door. Zafron stepped out, turning back to Cassandra with a grateful smile.

"Thank you," he said sincerely. "I don't know what I would have done without your help."

Cassandra's lips curved into a small smile. "Consider us even, Zafron. About your job, I do hope luck finds you soon!"

"Thanks. That's really nice of you to say. Anyways, I should probably get going now. Till whenever, I guess?" Zafron said waving to her as she waved back.

As the cart rose back into the air, Zafron couldn't shake the feeling that this encounter was more than just chance. Something told him that his path would cross with Cassandra Beaumont's again.

Meanwhile, miss Beaumont sat in her cart, legs crossed and a feint smirk on her lips.

"Zafron..." She muttered under her breath but it was loud enough that her driver heard her.