The buff woman gave a nod, when Willow talked to her. She was right, of course. When the food came, she lined up to get her portion of stew. Turning her head to look down at the shorter half-elf, she whispered back. Her voice was surprisingly soft and feminine. "I am Callarah. They call me Calah." She took her bowl and sat down on one of the hard bunks, eating with her hand or pouring the runny slop into her mouth.<br/><br/>"I don't care if you're scared now or not." said the gnoll. "You will be tomorrow."<br/><br/>"Let's just say," said the other one, "You'll feel the heat. I'm not lion."<br/><br/>"You must grab the goat by the horns." said the first one. They both laughed like hyenas as they moved on to the other cells.