"Curse? What curse?" Now the voice sounded alarmed, and soon afterwards a head oppoed up from the front side of the barrel, showing unkempt hair but alert eyes. The body that followed looked like it had been sleeping in rags, but the blade that the man carried looked sharp, and very well kept - and showed no glint at all in the scarce light. Moving with a speed and grace that reminded Callie of a cat the man advanced. "Speak!" Judging from the audible apprehension her bluff had worked better than expected. She might even pull this off.