A twist, a dragging cut, and the ring shatters - ridding the air around them of a subtle sense of menace. Cassandra smashes the remnants with the flat of the knife, then draws her own sword and turns to face any potential attackers.

Only there are none. In fact, the center of the market has rapidly emptied, giving them plenty of space.

Cassandra casts a suspicious glance over them all, then moves to Cullen's side - while keeping a wary eye out, just in case.

"Is he a Crow, or merely one who serves their ilk?" she spits.