Cassandra leaned over, picking up a broken piece of wood. The ants didn't seem hostile yet, but there was no need to be underprepared. She rather wished she had brought her bow and quiver, though. But that just wasn't the sort of thing that a person brought to work in a tailor shop.

"I've been dragged through three separate worlds," she explained, stepping aside as an ant scurried past. "The first world that took me...the process of being taken somehow healed me. There were two other people who arrived directly from moment of death. We formed a club."