Callic grinned as he stripped for bed and slipped in the sheets. He didn't buy into the reverence of the Thrune dynasty for the master of Hell, but he respected their power. So he kept his own beliefs, meager though they were, to himself. The encounter had given him a bit of faith that things were looking up for him though. He wondered what the pathfinder wore to bed as he curled up on his silk sheets.<br/><br/>He could imagine what her lustrous skin felt like on silk with him as he dozed off.