<strong>The Misadventures of Callie Del Noire (http://elliquiy.com/wiki/The_Misadventures_of_Callie_Del_Noire)</strong><br/><br/><strong>Sword Coast, City of Baldur's Gate, "Pouncing Wemic" Inn, 1st Tarsakh, early morning</strong><br/><br/>Callic Del Noire, squire (of sorts) to the (in)famous bard Timmon Graylace, was sleeping soundly in his soft bed in the "Pouncing Wemic" Inn in Baldur's Gate's merchant quarter. Timmon Graylace himself was sleeping in the room next to his, likely snoring with his arms around the maid - what had been her name again? Celia? - they had met last night when they diced for the loot they had gotten in their last "justified discrete restitutive action", as Timmon Graylace called looting the property of people who took (violent) objection to his amouros lifestyle - usually after discovering that this lifestyle involved their wives, daughters or sisters.<br/><br/>The warm sun of the spring season was shining through the semi-closed window, straight on Callic's face, and threatened to not only wake him, but also to alert his head that it should hurt from all the ale and wine he had consumed last night, celebrating his winning of a magical belt. Mumling a muffled curse, he rolled over, to doze a bit longer. The new position was shielded from the sunlight, but it felt uncomfortable, as if his chest was pressing down on an extra pillow, and the unfamiliar sensation brought him out of his slumber into something approaching semi-consciousness.<br/>