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Kassandra reclined on a rooftop couch in the evening as she ate grapes, drank wine, and hummed contentedly. Tossing another grape in her mouth, she made to drink from her cup only to be disappointed on finding it empty. Turning to sit and pour another cup from an amphorae, she overheard Herodotos and Barnabas bickering as they approached from below.
Herodotos:If she's not here, Barnabas, we may as well give up.
Barnabas:If I have not given up reading you manuscript on the dirt varieties in Thessaly, then you're not giving up on me!
Kassandra tried to hide from Barnabas & Herodotos but fell over a small table and dropped her wine cup, giving her position away.
Barnabas:Ah-ha! On the rooftop!
Kassandra:Malaka!
Herodotos:Kassandra! What are you doing up there?
Kassandra:What does it look like? I'm on vacation!
Barnabas:Ah, you've been in the sun too long - you're more bronzed than an urn! Come down here!
Kassandra waved her hand dismissively.
Kassandra:Aah, nonsense! I'm taking in the air. Much needed rest. Okay, bye!
Kassandra sat back down with her back against the balcony.
Barnabas:What if I told you, uh... a mythical treasure awaits! Ah? What say you then?
Kassandra laughed lightly ...
Barnabas:Only the most exciting thing to happen to you in ages!
Kassandra:I've had enough excitement for a lifetime.
Herodotos:This was the last place we thought to look for you on Korfu. What have you been doing all on your own?
Kassandra:Nothing, dear Herodotos. And I've had the time of my life!
Barnabas and Herodotos looked at each other, concerned over Kassandra's apparent change from her usual mood. Kassandra grabbed another cup and walked toward a balcony overlooking a cliffside.
Kassandra:Napping in the day, star-gazing at night, and as much wine as I can swallow.
Herodotos:That's quite unlike you.
Kassandra:The old Kassandra, maybe. But the new Kassandra has never felt better.
The three arrived on the balcony, which had a carpets laid out beside a table set with another amphorae of wine. Kassandra stared at the amphorae while Barnabas voiced his shock at her change in life plans.
Barnabas:Not retiring, are you?
Kassandra: If only that were an option. No more trouble, no more fighting? I wonder if that's even possible.
Barnabas: I've never seen you with a face so sour. Come on now, everybody loves treasure!
Kassandra: I'm not really in the mood. I'm a little preoccupied.
Herodotos: Not in the mood? Now you're definitely not acting like yourself.
Kassandra: And what's so about that? I'm fine. Really! I just... needed to be alone for a while. To think about what's become of my life and get away from everyone. No offense.
Barnabas: None taken.
Herodotos: It's true, the burdens you've carried have been heavy.
Barnabas: If anyone can shoulder them, it's Kassandra. You just need a little distraction from the weight. Say you'll do it! Come on the hunt!
