Calvin was sitting in his corner of the room with his legs drawn into an indian style seating.  His eyes were closed as his hands rested on his knees.  Deep breaths could be heard coming from his lips nice and slow even thou his ears picked up everything that Little Howl was saying to him.  An interesting figure one could say about Calvin, as his robe he wore did well to conceal his frame as well as the abundance of trinkets that he wore around his neck and wrists.  His staff laid across his lap as he meditated a bit on the tasks at hand.  Once he was finished he would open his eyes and look towards the two that would be accompanying him upon the mission laid out by Little Howl.