Cassandra, too, spends plenty of time in the training yard, which means she has plenty of time to observe the others there. For the most part, she merely quietly evaluates their skills, making a note of those who might prove especially helpful in the upcoming battle against Corypheus, or those who might benefit from individual instruction.

And then there's this guy.

She doesn't even bother to hide the fact that she's watching him, standing with her arms crossed over her chest and a thoughtful frown on her face. He is a rifter; she might have guessed that even without the telltale green glow of his palm. Only once he lowers his crossbow does she approach him, making sure to let him see her coming well in advance. This is not a man to catch unawares.

"Very impressive," she congratulates him. "Is such magic common in your world?"