Letting the scroll roll back up naturally, he tightened the coil with a few tugs and twists of fingers before it would be tucked into one of the few compartments within his garb. Glancing to the dull clatter of cloth bound coin to the table, he leaned forward slightly, breaking from his rigid stance to slide the pouch from the surface. Returning it to him, he loosened the leather of his own satchel and dropped it in with the other. If he wanted he could simply disappear after this meeting, never to be heard from again. He had coin in his pouch now, enough to last him several months, even years if he spent it properly. Though with the thirst of his blades, he had to indulge their lascivious hunger. Resting back again he lowered his arm, dropping it beneath the cloth for the two to twine loosely at the low of his stomach. Taking it that this portion of the meeting was over, he tipped his head to the side some, curiously and waited to see if she had further business to speak of, or if she would dismiss him.
             "Will you require a room?" Even though she doubted he would take up residence beneath their roof, he was welcomed to it. Why she trusted him when she trusted so very few, was beyond her. Perhaps it was simple instincts. She'd always felt hers were decent. It would only take one time of being wrong to find it fatal. What a bore immortal life would be to suffer, anyway. She rose gracefully, even in her short stature she wore the brace of self assurance well. The sling was slid from her shoulder, and the poultice dropped to the table top. She couldn't suffer the medicinal smell any longer. She turned towards the dissecting set of stairs leading up to the second story, not stopping to look back.
             Without the use of the hand rests he rose to a smooth stand with only the faintest creak of protest from now heavily weighed belt. He had no need, nor desire, to follow, and so that vague offer of a room was declined. Her thoughts were precise. Sometimes he was too predictable, at least when he wanted to be. As she departed to the stairs, he nudged the chair back slightly and stepped from before it then turn and begin his approach of the doorway he had stepped through to first enter. The guards weren't there now, of this he was satisfied. He didn't enjoy wasting energy on senseless fighting when he was hired to complete a hunt. Especially one of this scale with there being numerous people, almost a whole house hold to knock off.
             A few common questions he didn't ask. Such as where the house was located. What was the fun in finding out before hand? As one would say, the chase is half the excitement of the hunt. Tracking through hallways and corridors until he finally reached the outside of the haven, he paused near one of the guards and tipped his head to the side slightly. Pulling back the side of cloak to reach down within his pouch, he pulled free the house sigil as well as a length of fine, markless, silk. As he wound the silk around the symbol, he mumbled an incantation faintly beneath his breath. A simple phrasing chanted once, twice then again with each wrap. He then turned to the man who was watching him rather carefully and held out the silk wrapped metal to him between gloved fingers. "Give this to Abysinthe as well as this following message; To summon, simply unwrap, and Rizzen will come." The ward upon it was a simple one. One that would give off an alarm by way of a slight sensation of chill. With him being the creator of the ward, he could easily find its source, almost like a homing device. The watching guard, humble in his own station took the offering to give to the Jabress, and nodded to the male. Gods only knew what went through his mind but he called to another to take up his post as he was commanded to leave it. But he wouldn't find her within the Qu'ellar. Not at all.