Calliope had been watching Neil for most of the day, the same tracking spell she had used to locate him in the manor allowing her to follow unobtrusively. The aid of various glamors allowed her take on the appearances of those she had killed which by now gave her a considerable library to choose from. It became obvious quickly that Neil didn't intend to run. That was smart if surprising. Perhaps he was more than the low level mule she had been lead to believe. A part of her wondered what he had done to be marked for death, though she suprresed the curiosity. It wasn't part of the work that she knew what the target had done to deserve a visit. Convinced that he wasn't about to attempt to flee on the next ship, she made her own preparations. As the seat of the Arcane Council, Kalx'molaris was a nexus for trade. The flow of silk, gold, gems and fine cloth from all over the Sundered Sea meant that the seamstress and tailors were among the finest in the world. Calliope found what she wanted at one of the most exclusive. She selected a velvet corset of dark leather and dragonbone, if anything, tighter than the one she had worn the previous night. Over this she added a long dress of scales of gleaming black iron, wafer thin and polished to a sheen that rippled sinuously when she moved. It hung off one shoulder, slinking down to reveal the swell of her left breast while maintaining her modesty. A long slit up the left side allowed her to maintain her mobility, as well as providing a glimpse at the black lace stockings that climbed up and out of sight. She finished the ensemble with black leather boots which reached her knees, laced tightly to compensate for the slightly over generous heels. She appeared by Neil's side as suddenly as she had the previous night. Materializing out of the night like a wraith. He turned his head slightly and almost managed to conceal his flinch when he realized she was there. Her black hair hung in generous curls which had gleamed in the light and had been held up with a fine net of gold and silver threads. "A good choice," she said in conversational reference to the restaurant.