Caleb had gotten up early that morning. He wasn't going to waste any time. He had to find her. He knew she wasn't local, if she was he'd have seen her before. So his first place to look was to go to the local inn's. He worked his way through the most elegant ones, the ones where nobles and richmen took shelter. Then as he worked his way through the kingdom, the living conditions deteriorated. He pulled up the hood on his long black cloak. He didn't want to be recognized. There was an old inn on the edge of town. Most stayed away, but it was a last resort for tired or weary travellers to take shelter.<br/><br/>He walked into the Inn, made his way up to the desk. In a lowly whisper he looked the Bartender in the eyes "Is there a guest here by the name of Cinderlla?" he asked him watchful off the people around him. He didn't want anyone to be alerted, just incase there was still a threat, for some reason there was a price on his brothers head. When the bartender pulled the guest book out of his tray and opened it. He skimmed through the names of the recent guests and shook his head. "Sorry" He replied. Caleb nodded and headed out the door.  Once he got outside it was growing into the afternoon. Caleb sighed heavily. Under normal circumstances he'd have sent out a massive inquest, but the nature of the terms of their meeting, he didn't want to put anyone at risk. Especially not her. He began walking the long road into the town. There were various market stalls along the way.