Rotemdol returns to his residence to find a familiar figure already present inside. It's not clear quite how he managed to get in.
"I believe the deed is done", he says. "And I have with me the payment, as agreed. Now we must weather the storms of the coming days. They will wish to avenge the death of Tanala. If Kluranyr had died, it would be even worse. My informants tell me he lives; your crossbow bolt missed his heart by an inch".
"I am getting old", Rotemdol replies smilingly, "so I guess by now everyone knows that there are two assassins loose. If not I will be obliged if you spread the rumour".
"Yes", he replies, "I might make use of some of my other contacts in the city. I have one or two people who are good at that sort of thing. Make the kandar paranoid".
"I am just going to continue in my regular routine; teaching, performing and such", Rotemdol continues, "Anyway, have to go now. I was invited to perform at the Karazthan by friends of a regular, a human, who has his 30'th birthday today. He will be coming off his shift in a little time and I should be there by then".
Rotemdol picks out a few shiny balls and scarfs, put them in his bag and heads out with his guest going toward the Karazthan dining hall.
"A safe journey home", Rotemdol says to his guest as they part. The stranger disappears into the night.