Callic slid a hand under his body to shove the offending obstruction out of the way. Last night had been a mélange of mischief, terror and celebration. He had helped his 'master' acquire certain items for a certain noble woman in exchange for 'favors' to be discussed at another time. Most likely behind closed doors between the two of them in her ladyship's rooms.<br/><br/>Of course her ladyship's papers weren't the only thing Callic had found. A couple bags of coin, mostly gone to pay debts and celebrate, along with a handful of scrolls and a well tool belt that Timmon had insisted was magical. Timmon had won the scrolls and he had gotten the belt.<br/><br/>Very little remained of the night past the dicing of the spoils. Ale and wine did that in the amounts they had. Callic grimaced as the obstruction refused, so he sat up to clear his head and clear the lumps out of the way