Callie was in 'role' at the moment, taking the identity of a traveling scribe. Between her trained skills at disguise and the hat she had 'acquired' a while back from the tower of a mage working for one of guilds to the south.  She had been there looking for Bertold's Diabolic Curses, but that turned out to not be there. Neither had it been in the hands of the fixer she had just run into last night.<br/><br/>Of course she had been Lady Dahlia Reeve, a book collector, looking for 'exotic tomes' to brag about. She patted her horse as she rode along the road, taking in.. colorful ladies heading along the road.