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The executioner loops a stretch of rope around Penny's thin neck, and she flinches. Poor girl, thinks Cassio. The townsfolk are crying for blood now, and he can see her knees knocking from the back of the crowd.

A new presence presses at the back of his mind like a persistant itch. Slowly, he scans the crowd. There she is. A petite blonde figure observing the whole debacle with interest. Cassio glances over her, reading her aura. Not a witch, he decides finally. Something's off about her, but he can't quite put his finger on what it is. After staring at her for a moment longer, he returns his gaze to Penny and her final moments. He'll talk to the newcomer later.