"Not that I know of." Callie says as she slowly dresses, coming off the glow of her first female encounter. Definitely different. "I tend to have to get Timmon out of messes with mages, magistrates, jailers, fathers, uncles, in-laws to be and such."<br/><br/>She slides her tunic over her chest and just sits down, still to out of it to do much more. She had come here for help, suggestions and perhaps a few clues as to where one or more of Timmon's stashes might be. She already saw a few spots from where she was that were within 'escape distance' given Timmon's typical route of escape when worried about pursuers, but she didn't feel in the mood to run along rooftops tapping around for loose brick and hollow roof joists.<br/><br/>Truth be told, she was in the mood for a pipe and another glass of wine.