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Asmodean walked slowly towards Cassandra with his harp in hand. He paused. Tilting his head to the side he studied her for a few seconds. After that, he spoke in his cool, dry voice.

"Good evening my lady. Would you care for some music this evening?"

He is a handsome man of an indeterminate age, but vaguely late twenties with long dark hair, and dark eyes. He has an air of sadness about him.

A...musician? In a bar? It would have made sense if it hadn't been for the fact that the man carried a harp.

Blink blink. Cassandra eyed the man warily for the time being.

"I...don't have money." Which was true.

Asmodean gave a smile that touched on a smirk.

"No money is required. I play for any patron of this bar who desires to listen."

"Um..." In that case, well...Cassandra really didn't know anything about music. She had been trained to be an assassin, then a crime fighter, after all. She didn't have much time for music.

"Anything...you want to play."

Asmodean's smile did not merely touch on a smirk, it groped it.

"I always have melodies that I desire to play, my lady."

He readied his harp. With a small flourish, Asmodean began to play a lyrical tragic ballad. The melody spoke of love lost, or perhaps love never found. The song tore at the heart as the harper poured emotion into the song. The harper attempted to play at the listener's feelings and memories and pluck them like he did the harp's strings.

After some time, he finished with a flourish. He glanced up with a sad smile at his audience.

Love...well, that was an awfully foreign topic for Cassandra. She had never been in love. Hell, she never had time for it and it certainly wasn't in her agenda. She was too busy training and fighting criminals to clean up the streets.

But...she did know about losing. David Cain. Her...well, father, for the lack of a better word. She didn't hate him, even if he had raised her as a weapon.

When the song ended and the musician looked up, Cassandra came back to reality. It never did do well to dwell on the past. She clapped for the man.

"That...nice. But sad," she told him.

Asmodean gave another smirking smile. He knew the pain of loss and knew how to express it in his music.

"I am glad that you enjoyed it."

He paused.

"My manners have apparently eluded me. May I ask your name?"

Oh, yeah. Name. She should have probably said something about it as well, but it wasn't everyday that she mingled with people she wasn't already familiar with.

"Oh, it's...Cassandra." It still felt weird telling someone that name.

Asmodean gave a graceful bow.

"It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Lady Cassandra."

He paused.

"I suppose that it would be considered rude of me to not do likewise. Please address me as Jasin Natael."

"Jasin...Natael." It certainly didn't sound like a name she knew. It was rather...unique, after all.

"And...just Cassandra." Not Lady. It felt odd.

"Do you live here?" He seemed to be making money singing, after all.

Asmodean nodded.

"I am residing here for the time being. More as a matter of escape from the situation in my own world than anything else."

"Escape...?" Was there a war in the world he came from?

Cassandra was still having a difficulty with wrapping her mind around the whole different worlds thing. After all, she had only encountered relatively normal situations in her crime-fighting career, unlike other vigilantes.

Asmodean nodded.

"Indeed. The situation had become both hazardous to my health and an unpleasant work environment."

"Is there...fighting?" Cassandra asked, tilting her head to one side observantly.

Asmodean nodded sadly.

"Yes, and alas, in my world, I was shielded and could not participate."