Callic woke a bit slower, stuck to his routine of being awake an hour or so after sunrise. He took his time to wash up, shave and prepare for the day in his usual manner. He tied off his long hair in a tail and dressed in soft and supple leathers suitable for travel and pulled out his tools. A pack of picks and such, along with a small enchanted pouch that allowed him to carry a variety of items to help him bypass guards, dogs, traps and such. A cold iron dagger went into his boot and his mithril rapier went on his hip. A trio of throwing daggers were put on his belt and a fourth was concealed in a quick draw holster on his off hand. He looked like he was heading out for a day trip but was ready to handle bandits and any of the usual surprises.<br/><br/>He picked up a trio of old journals as he headed out. They were among the oldest ones in the family that might cover these 'lost' sites the pathfinder wanted to go to. He smiled as he came down.<br/><br/>"You'll find the cook makes a hearty breakfast and we'll have fresh food and water for our trip in half an hour." He said as he led the way into the dining room.