She pushed her way into the tavern, the whistle dying on her lips.  Callie glanced around the room -- sparing an appreciative glance for the silver-haired human (was that normal?  Humans had some weird hair colors, but she could have sworn silver wasn't one of them) -- before finding a seat.<br/><br/>Cheerfully, she ordered whatever the innkeeper recommended for breakfast -- in the usual quantity, of course.  Despite weighing one-sixth as much, no halfling would dare allow a comparable human to out-eat her.