Callida reached Watertown by sea in half a days time. The sun was setting as she nudged her boat as close to the shoreline as she could get it. Taking care to avoid touching the awful water, Calli hopped onto the dry earth and let out a relieved sigh. Her muscles tired of rowing and her mouth was sandpaper dry with thirst. Calli's fiery orange eyes scanned through the treeline and into the quaint little area of Watertown. A sign that read "The Tender's Brew" swayed in the evening breeze and the lights showed that people were abuzz in the establishment. Calli took a few moments to secure her small sailing vessel to a tree with ropes before heading to the tavern. A few drinks would freshen her up and maybe she could spend some time getting to know the locals before infiltrating The Underground.