Solomon smiled a charmingly sadistic smile. "Dear sweet girl, I do not kill people. I silence them. I'm hurt that you would call me a killer that is such a......how do I put this? Blunt, term for me." Solomon tapped out his pipe and refilled it but did not relight it, the bitter smoke already swirled around him like the fingers of his victims clawing at him from beyond the grave. "I am a cleaner, I clean up messes. Sometime people are part of the messes that need to be cleaned up and that means that the people have to go too. Out with the trash really." The second glass of the mint smelling spirit burned a little less has he tossed it back but his throat and tongue were beginning to loose sensation. "See my job is so much more, stylish and nuanced. Who do you think cleans up the botched jobs for the king's players? Why of course me!" He stood and moved to the bar and produced a cast iron tea kettle and after disappearing into the larder he returned with a kettle full of water which he hung over the fire. "Now, I've told you all what I do and typically that on its own would be grounds for me to 'Silence' all of you but because I've been asked so kindly by our employer not to attempt such a horrible thing." Solomon dropped back into his chair put his feet up on the table producing the pipe again, contemplating it and finally relighting it "what, are you doing here? because it's quite apparent I'm here to assist and pick up the pieces of whatever job Hawk has in mind"