In the morning Ariadne was putting a tunic over the dress she always wore under her armour, momentarily forgetting she had company as she put her range of daggers in their sheaths. Within her eyesight, but out of the view of Callista, was a small shrine within which lay a painting of a raven-haired woman.<br/><br/>"Wake up Callista," Ariadne said, softly brushing her cheek. "We have much to do today and not long to do it."