It had seemed to be just another day for Callie. She had followed the same schedule as always...

Wake up.
Go to the market.
Do some chores.
And when evening comes, go to the Antsy Anklebiter to work.

One would think that the banality of the same schedule every day would be enough of a security for Callie. But she still found herself on edge. She could feel it. She could feel whatever magic plagued her grow stronger, desperate to reveal itself to the world. She just couldn't risk it, and there were only so many times where she can lock herself in a room...

However, this evening proved to be different than every other night.

As Callie headed for the tavern, she stopped when she heard whispers. Feeling a cold sweat, she at first wondered if something caused by her magic had happened, but when she looked to the source, she found that it was something, or rather, someone else. And they were really close to her. 

A boy around her age...and he was hurt!

He reached out a shaking hand to her and whispered a plea for help before he fell unconscious. Acting quickly, Callie tried to lift the boy. She noticed that the others were still watching and whispering to each other, and she called "Everyone, please help! Can't you see he's hurt? Someone, please help me get him to the Antsy Anklebiter! We need a healer!"

At Callie's call, everyone around her acted. A taller man helped Callie lift the boy, while another rushed to go and get the healer. The tall man, Guy, told her, "It's alright. He's gonna be alright, Cal," as they walked him to the tavern.

As they entered, Bruenor turned to them and asked "Hm? Callie? Guy? What's going on?" 
"A boy collapsed in the middle of town, we need a bed for him. A healer is going to come by and check on him," 

Not needing to be told twice, Bruenor opened the door, in the back room and said "Here! Use this one!" 
"Thank you, Bruenor," Callie thanked him quickly before hurriedly getting the boy into the back room and onto the comfortable bed.