Selective hearing had him ignore the rutting down the hall, as well as some few random sounds. The room was empty, and so he pushed the door open just a bit more. His glance was first taken to the chest. The seal was still in place, this he already knew for internal alarm hadn't gone off. His skills in magic weren't great, but he was able to conjure simple spells that would help him on the surface world. Upon entering further he closed his eyes to half lid as he gave a faint sniff, then slitted them in a bit of a narrow. He recognized that smell. He had caught it before he came to this inn. At his side his hand curled, then his head turned around sharply, jostling the hood from its perch, as he glanced to the open door; the sound of struggle catching his attention. Perhaps she was still here.. It didn't take him long to turn to exit his room and reenter the hallway.
            Blood slicked gloves slipped on the windows edge, nearly tossing her right to the ground in a dangerous heap as booted feet slid on the wooden shingled slant. No time like the present for caution. A poison edged dagger was selected from the fold of softened boot sheath, and wielded with skill as she peered over the edge. The warmth of the day nearly unbearable as it was, she wouldn't wish to linger long. With a bunching of muscle, she leapt gracefully to the ground, safe fall tactics were such a blessing. The cowl remained in place. Brilliant. She darted a glance left and right to reacclimatize herself to the place. The Inn's stables were to the East, she took off in a quick and light sprint.
            The last hiss of dying breath was a familiar sound to his ears, and to it he stepped. The door pushed open he surveyed the room momentarily and entered with a further press of palm. Stepping aside and pushing the door closed behind him, he glanced to the window, then back down at the growing pool of blood. Sloppy. Though he doubted she was here for an assassination. At least not of these humans. Dampening his lips with a stroke of tongue's tip, he placed a booted foot over the body to land to the floor next to it and neared the sill at an angle, in case she'd be waiting below to fire a poisoned dart. He had glanced out, and listened, catching not only the more languid steps of city people, but the fleeing sounds of feet against the cobble stones. Which direction.. He leaned his head closer to the window. East.. the stables. Instead of heading out of the window, he took off like a bolt out of the room and to the stairs.

            He'd be watched by all of the patrons in the Inn, fleeing from the place and sparking their curiosity as to why. Well, then. Was it really a messy assassination? Or a thoughtfully left mess for him to come back to, only to find humans waiting to string his dark carcass up for murders he didn't commit? Hmm. No time for that now. The black shadowed horse didn't even paw the ground as it's mistress approached. An old trick of theirs, tongue to teeth, that let the well trained horse know she was coming. Truth to tell, she would rather be facing a bugbear then another velg'arn. And one she didn't doubt was older and perhaps a bit more trained then herself. Her brother was going to have a fit. Not that it would matter much. Smirking to herself, she grabbed the reigns and was already seated. Bow slapped to a thigh beneath the piwafwi.
            That fact of being seen and suspicious of crossed his mind, of course, and he hardly cared. He had no plans to return to the inn, and the items within the chest were of no importance. It was a trap, filled with useless things such as day old bread, a flask of rivvil wine and moldy cheese. He managed to dodge a patron scaling the stairs, and pushing off about mid way the last flight was leaped over for him to land, then spring up within another sprint. A thought passed his mind a moment, and fingers crossed over his belt to make sure he still had his flask. No way was he going to pay good coin for wine and end up losing it. Feeling the silver canister there, he pushed out of the side door and paused only briefly with a glance to the stable. His horse was still there.. and none of the others were missing. She must have her own. No matter, he had to leave now nonetheless. The body would be found within the hour. Approaching the steed he pulled the reins free while flicking a coin to the stable hand for it to land on the ground. Pulling himself upon the saddle, the beast was lead out with a strike of heels to haunches.
            She wasn't far enough ahead for her liking. She could hear the push off of the horse that wouldn't be too far behind. The wind whipped around her quickly, not enough to be of major concern certainly. The piwafwi was well in place, and the magical properties fast at work. Urging the horse onwards with a firmer press of thighs to it's side, and her forward lean, she shot forwards. This was probably as close as she'd been to trouble in some time. It was well worth it, save the fact that she hadn't gotten to know the rogue or his business. She should have known better and used the more conventional methods available to her. Rank. Bah. What fun or danger was there in that? Besides, she did get to end another humans life. Blood slicked fingers were pressed to her lips, tongue uncoiling to flick at the slightly tangy, coppery trace left there. Silver slitted, heavily lidded, and hazed. How delightful.
            It wasn't often these surface dwellers saw a Drow, let alone two. It was the staring of a few city people down a way that had him glance off in that direction. The sound of rushing hooves against cobble stone distinctly heard, and he turned the steed around with a sharp strike of reins against its front quarters. With a guttural neighing the light weighted horse began running in that direction, and almost into one of the pink skinned humans that was in the path. Crimson eyes slitted slightly, focusing upon the figure in the distance, and with an inward curse he struck the horse again, forcing it to run faster. It was a dangerous thing, perhaps, as she could easily turn around and fire something at him. Though he hadn't lived this long by being stupid. His torso would be the easiest target. Lucky for him, there was fine mail beneath his tunic. His skills of anticipation were quite accurate. The crossbow was lifted, as she weighed the options. She could fire, and he could counter-fire. Would good would that do? When in truth, the reason she wanted to get to know him and his business, were she honest with herself, was nothing short of wishful thinking. How many rogues bothered to keep company or get involved in a grand scheme on the scale of what she had planned? Why would he care to? Why would he not? Coin was coin, after all, and she had plenty. The decision made, she headed for the woods, veering off sharply and guiding the steed with a strong grip and unshaken demeanor. All this while, most Knights would probably be swallowing their own tongue. He didn't seem to have a problem in that direction, and most wouldn't even dream to give chase. He was bold ..and intelligent as well as cautious. She'd give him that much. Silvers slitted against the sluice of dark and light that filtered into her vision as she lead her horse into the thickening forests edges.
            What was driven upon his mind was kill her before she could kill him. Why would she follow him to the inn if it wasn't for the fact that she wanted to attempt assassination? Either that, or she was attempting to find out who he was. Maybe both. Any way around it her meddling can lead to his demise. The movement of her reaching for the bow was lost within the gallop of the horse, but he knew it was being made. What somewhat surprised him, at the lack of better term, was that she didn't fire. Though seeing her make way into the forest, he could understand why. While he doubted there was an ambush, this magi just might have some abilities to better conceal her in foliage. With that in mind he gave a slight twist of wrist, causing the thin, and small hand bow to come to his palm. Leaving his lower half to shift in rhythm to the horses run, his upper was held balanced as he set up for a shot, then fired. The poisoned bolt didn't find her skin.. but that of the horse just as it was going into the edge of the wood. With the rushing of blood in the animals body, it would work quick to sedate, instead of kill, it.