<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/47/Tethys.gif)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Callie Rhodes (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=248042.msg12270991#msg12270991)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Just arriving at the gates -> The Vine and Horn Inn and Tavern<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Afternoon, present minus five hours<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Kaea, Patrick Milgram (and anyone else interested in the Strange Tunes (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=248065.msg12272917#msg12272917) quest.<br/><br/>A lone red-haired lass trudged forward in the dirt. She had found the main road leading to Amberdale surprisingly lonely ever since she'd been booted out the caravan she'd tagged along with. She knew they were growing close to their next destination and the proximity had made her a bit too chatty for the drivers to handle, apparently. Now gray skies above matched her unusually sullen mood. It had only been a little more than an hour since the wagon wheels had left her behind but to the naive miss it seemed like DAYS!<br/><br/>"Uugh!" she erupted in a rather unladylike vocalization, tossing her head back dramatically. Her feet hurt. Her arms ached from dragging her only belongings in a sack behind her. Her but still ached from falling on it when she was literally kicked to the curb. She rubbed that final body part absently and looked down the road once again. At first she thought her eyes might have been deceiving her but a squint and a somewhat awkward lean forward made her feel pretty certain that there was a settlement ahead.<br/><br/>"At last!" She yelled, and at once lost all of the whiny, tried and tired mood that had so engulfed her just seconds before. She continued down the path, with a hopeful smile and as each step made the gates of Amberdale more apparent, she became more of her usual lively self. A song bubbled out of her happiness and she began humming a tune that made the remaining traveling time seem to fly by. Callie so hated being alone and the thought of a town, a meal and people - who would inevitably love song - was practically making her giddy. The humm had become singing and the spring in her step evolved to a full-on dance by the time she'd reached the town.<br/><br/><acronym title="Seaweed of the yellow cliff. Irish seaweed."><em>"Dúlamán na binne buí<br/>Dúlamán Gaelach<br/>Dúlamán na binne buí<br/>Dúlamán Gaelach"</em></acronym><br/><br/>She sang jauntily; a pat-ching!, pat-ching! rhythm set with each step. Suddenly her bags seemed a fraction of their weight and her scant dancer's shoes seemed to not let in the sting of the pebbles as easily and she found herself at the unguarded open gates soon enough. Her song simmered down to a hum once more as she made her way in and she patted her legs, now conscious of the road dust upon them. A few curious and friendly faces greeted her and she smiled somewhat bashfully. "Dúlamán na binne buí." She began again somewhat restrained. She had sight of what she thought the main town square and knew if ever there were a place to make a beeline for, this was a safe bet. "Dúlamán Gae-" she stopped suddenly, her ears catching some seeming threat.<br/><br/>"Beware, Amberdale !" she turned and searched out the speaker, finding the other redhead in time to see her cast an impressive (to Callie at the very least!) conjuration. She gasped as the imp appeared and took off but giggled a bit when she caught the sorceress chase after him. She thought she should offer to help in catching the monster but second guessed that idea - a rare exhibition of restraint - when she considered the lady's warning. Besides... she could hear the sound of carousing ahead!<br/><br/>The taproom of the Vine and Horn was a welcome sight, one that had her feeling at home. She gave a grin and tossed her bag aside the door before making it over to the bar. "I'm gonnae need some water to start with..." she 'requested' "but don't go thinkin' that means I'm cheap."