What do you do after successfully making it behind the enemy's line?
Leisurely rising to his feet to look at the red cloaked being, Cassian stood before the unknown fellow who hadn't moved an inch from the threshold he was standing on, divided by the darkness from outside, and the dim lights from the inside. The door he had ruthlessly bursted open weakly flapped with the light wind since the hinges were at the point of breaking free from the edges of the door.
Strangely, the red cloaked being confusedly cocked his head to the side after scanning the young lad from head to toe, almost awed that the mortal didn't cower in retreat before his presence, but instead, kept his head high, and the audacity he had to literally look him right in the face.