"Oh please no bardic melodrama." Callie says as she sits back her friend and pulls off her shoes. Rubbing the half-elf's feet she chuckles. "You're just a spoiled city slicker, used to having everything close at hand. Walking a few more miles will do you good. After we work these sore feet and the knots in them out first."<br/><br/>She looked around, trying to get a feel for the lay of the land.<br/><br/>"Not to mention there has to be a tavern close by, just a few miles in either direction." She obmitted it could be as far as twenty miles between such taverns. Best to not dishearten her friend. "And you can sing for some food and drink, and perhaps some soft hay to lie in?"