Shock was the first reaction Callic but he, or she rather, had more than a little experience in being quiet in ones panicing. Being loud drew attention and typically drew guards and other armed men. She looked around and fractically grabbed clothing to put on. First instict at work. Dress so you can run.<br/><br/>She thought furiously about her situation as she struggled to get dressed finally throwing a tight binding over her breasts. Breasts. Timmon would be of no use. He'd see her only as another bedmate.<br/><br/>"So distract the idiot and send him off on a goosechase while I go elsewhere looking for a cure." She considered her option. Contact her mother, a Mage of some repute. "Ah no." Waterdeep would be a good choice. She knew folk there who could help out.<br/><br/>"But first time to send Timmon on a fools errand." She said as she worked on her appearence. A cloak over her face with some ash and dirt on her hands and she was a stablehand with a message.<br/><br/>Checking herself over she steps out to knock on Timmond's door. Time to give him a message from his squire.