Callie sighs and makes sure to lock the door and settles back on the bed. She put her sword in easy reach and definite sight of the doorway. A clear sign that she knew how to sleep prepared and left her dagger under the pillow, where she usually kept it. Too many times she had to have it on hand for one reason or another.<br/><br/>Never, she ruefully noted, had she been concerned about her 'virtue' as one of those reasons though. On a second thought, she added her pack, saddle and gear to the doorway, just to make entry that much harder to gain. Once again, she was more than a little cheered by her choice over the 'Bloody Dice'.<br/><br/>Odds were they would have been dicing over a chance at her, or she'd be holed up in a scullery closet with bow knocked and blades at hand for most of the journey.<br/><br/>"Well now, 'Callie'" She mutters as she slips off her boots, but leaves her tunic and pants on. Loosened so she could sleep a bit confortably, but on. "What was the name of that inn that Timmon favored in Waterdeep. If the buffon was as predictable as usual, he most likely stashed some goodies close bye." She wracked her head to see if she could recall any names Timmon had thrown about dealing with Waterdeep. More than one time she had found one of his stashes in time to pull his fat out of the fire due to his bragging and foolish story telling on the road.