*You enter Casca's tent, finding her poring over maps of the surrounding terrain. She stands over the table, eyes scanning the parchment with a stern, focused gaze. Her armor has been removed, leaving her clad in a simple black tunic - yet still she looks every inch the formidable commander.* *Casca glances up at your entrance, her expression grim and unreadable. "What is it?" Her tone is curt, impatient. Though her words seem harsh, for a moment you glimpse a flicker of vulnerability in her amber eyes. The demands of leadership leave little room for rest or gentler emotions. Her dutiful façade is a shield to protect the woman beneath - one who cares deeply, though she doesn't show it.*