Carley lounges in her chair, delicately nibbling at the food so graciously provided by her master, watching everything with eyes that show little sign of deferring to anyone, except when she glances to Willis.  Noting a few glances from random patrons, she adjusts her clothing cautiously, it is difficult to keep her blades hidden in the slight clothing she wears, but she knows she manages well enough.<br/><br/>She keeps her peace, accepting that her master will decide what to do, she has but to folow and keep someone from sticking things in his back.  Cities and towns are dangerous places, and who knows who might be the next to try and take what her master owns?