Rebecca shook her head. "What for? He is a tailor, you're in need of clothes suited to you, and you have coin." She tossed a small purse at Callie. "Any personal referral would entail some suggestions, at least he'd understand it as such, concerning your new attire. But if you insist I'll write a letter so he'll know you were sent to him by me personally." The priestess grinned, with far too many teeth showing to set Callie at ease.