She staggered out of the small bed, swearing under her breath as she brushed the damned hair out of her face.<br/><br/>"Sure Callie.." she says, forcing the new name on herself to remind her she has to lay low. Timmon might still start looking for her after he had half rode to Cormyr. "let's rob a mage who hates Timmon, not a bad outlook I think, and is known for his ironic sense of humor."<br/><br/>Even now, she had trouble to the dusky rich tone to her voice. A sort of 'come hither' appeal that she knew would be dangerous if she was one to want to use such things. She finished fixing her clothes and pulled her cloak on to hide her impressive cleavage peeking out of her armor and walked out to see if she could get something to eat.