The night, Callic decided as he let the lovely vision before him help him up, was starting to look up. He nodded as he pulled on his hat and pulled a bottle from his belt to wash the taste out of his mouth. Not to mention it gave him a chance to look the strange woman over. She was well dressed and clean, with the brilliant colors of an outsider. Her accent was hard to place but had the twang of Abaslon to it along with other harder to place locations. The appearance of a small compass like device on her belt helped to confirm his suspicions that she was a Pathfinder. He smiled to her as he quickly washed out the taste of vomit out of his mouth.<br/><br/>"How might I help the most lovely member of the Pathfinder society this night?" He purred as he bowed over her hand that he was still holding and gave it a kiss in the courtly manner. He was betting that she wanted to find the legendary family vault that dated back centuries, and dealt with the rumored family 'dark secrets' before the rise of the House of Thrune.