Once she was sure she was alone, and relatively safe, Callie leaned against the door and sighed with relief. If you got away, it was typically the first hour or so that pursuit found you in. By this time Timmon was halfway down the trade road, looking for guardsmen who were most likely still guarding a keep over five leagues away.<br/><br/>She locked the door and furiously pulled off her tunic. These bindings were driving her crazy, and she had to fix her armor so it wasn't as tight before she went totally mad. Not to mention she had to take in the fantastic changes again to make sure she wasn't dreaming.