Out of all their jobs, this one should have been one of the easiest. Well at least on paper it was. All they had to do was travel to the conclave, keep the peace between the attendants, make sure no trouble arose and then be on their merry way. Now granted having a bunch of mages and templars along with bystanders in one space wasn't the most ideal situation nor was it likely for the talks to be without some conflict, she had been optimistic. Naively optimistic, but still. Why not hope for the best? Hope for the best, prepare for the worst and pray for no bloodshed.
Tension was heavy and whispers lingered in the air while people began entering the Temple of Sacred Ashes. Every so often she'd notice the exchanged glares between some of the mages and templars or snide remarks muttered under bated breaths. But no fights had started.
Everything was smooth sailing. That is until she broke off from the group. Checking the perimeter had been her excuse. Really though curiosity had been her real reason. A look around is what she wanted. Perhaps it was irresponsible. Yet at the same time, she would be sure to straighten out any strifes or problems she came across. As she's wandering down a corridor she most likely has no business being in, a sound of distress catches her attention. When she approaches the scene is when everything goes downhill.
It all becomes a blur. And then the world goes dark.
It's that moment of absolute nothingness that Kasaanda Adaar knew that perhaps this was all just a horrible idea - that maybe she should have gone back home after their last job. Now there is the high chance she will never return to her family. Never see their faces nor hear her siblings laughter. And for that a mix of guilt and sorrow weigh heavy on her heart.
No use crying over spilled milk. Especially considering that now she is most likely dead. May as well say farewell to it all, make her peace and in die in absolution.
Except...
she wasn't dead.
Not yet.