"Lost, waylaid and bereft of coin." Callie admits as she sets her friend down on the ground, "but I'm willing to work for a spot to sleep and my friend whens her eyes are open and her mouth not so dry is a grand singer." Callie grins.<br/><br/>"I don't expect you to give us a grand suite in the inn on such confessions, but I wouldn't be too wrong in hoping for some water and a spot in the hayloft mayhaps?" Travelworn though she is, Callie still has enough wit to let her blade be seen. She dourly wished she had taken time to steal more than map and compass from the ship.