*Kastor sighs as he positions Cassandra on the bed. He rest her head on the pillow and covers her up. He picks up the tray and sees that only half of the food was eaten. He then quickly wolf's down the rest of the food. Slaves were given very little to eat and he could just say that she had eaten all of it. After makeing sure all of the crumbs were off of his dingy, ragged, torn, slightly bloodstained robe, he gathered up the dishes and left the room, makeing sure to close the door behind him. He heard a noise approaching, and quickly hid out of sight. Technically, he wasn't suppose to be their. From his hiding spot behind a few barrels, he saw Zerk, without his white fur coat, and a rather large muscle bound human warrior walking and talking. They were clearly drunk. Admist their drunken rabble, he was able to make out Zerk loosing his coat and most of his money in a drunken gamble. Kastor smiled gleefully. His standards were very low, so if he ever heard of something bad happening to one of the hunters, he took great pleasure in his small little victories. Once the two were gone, he hurried back to the kitchen to return the dirty dishes and back to the slave quarters. He layed his tired wolf head on his ragged bed roll and slept quiet soundly. He met a new friend, he got a full meal, and something bad happened to one of the hunter leaders. It was one of the best days he had had in weeks.*