Solomon scowled at the bottle and the scowled at Hawk's apprentice. This was going to be all too interesting, interesting was okay if it was an interesting problem to be solved like "how does one make a murdered guards body disappear in the middle of a street surrounded by a crowd of people" Hawk was still trying to figure that one out and Solomon was happy to keep his mouth shut about it but this was a different kind of interesting. This wasn't a problem to be solved it was a catastophy waiting to happen. All the little moving parts, one little miss step and Solomon would be cleaning this mess up for a month. He scowled at the remains of the mysterious liquid he had been drinking from the clay mug as he swirled it. Why hadn't Hawk just let him swing on the gallows? Sure his father was still alive but honestly going to his death with that loose end wouldn't have been THAT bad, one less death to be held accountable for on the other side. Still, Hawk had to know he was holding the leash of a rabid dog and simply praying it wouldn't turn around and bite his hand off. 

What did that cunning bastard have in store for him and these poor unsuspecting fools. For god's sake one of them was still in the flower of her youth and shouldn't have been anywhere near this mess. And he could tell the apprentice was already becoming like her Master, the wheels turned behind those lovely eyes and Solomon didn't like it. The two where all too clever, Hawk knew that his schemes had a body count but did Cora? was she aware of the fathers, mothers and children that would die to serve Hawk's cause? It was bad enough that there were so many undirected deaths like his mother's that happend in the world each day. Add to that the crime related ones which Solomon had had a hand in fascilitating and then Hawk's schemes and all of the other spies and assassins out there and that was a lot of death. The Soldier clearly had an idea of what he was doing, the scholar was long winded and knew way too much for his own good, the girl was just that: a young girl, the giant he had yet to get a clear read on but he was at the least friendly something you didn't see that often in this line of work. And then there was Cora. Where had Solomon found this one, she was sharp as a razor, gorgeous and far too clever by half. If Hawk doesn't turn you into himself then you're going to end up dead in an alley someday with your throat slit and Hawk is going to send me to dispose of you. 

Solomon sighed and stood from the chair. "Night conceal you" and with that he slip up the stairs like and inky black shadow smeared across the wall. Down the corridor, he stopped listening at the doors for the breathing of the occupants: the girls breathing soft and shallow, the giants heavy and deep, followed by the scholars not as deep as the giants but clearly that of a mans. Solomon moved down the hall with only the sound of silk across wood as his cloak whispered behind him. The last door on the left he reached into his belt and produced a vial of oil with which he greased the hinges and lock before sliding it silently open. He placed his weapons silently upon the floor and beside the bed save the kris which he left at his waist. With that he silently closed the door crossed the hall opened the other door with an average amount of noise. Tossed the kris on the floor beside the bed, closed the door produced his lock picks and locked the door. With that he smeared a contact poison on the handle of his rooms door. Nothing lethal simply something to induce violent illness for about six hours. He then closed the door and locked it silently before removing his cloak and picking up the hangar sword. He rumpled the bed and stuffed the pillows under it then drew the armchair from the corner to the right side of the door where he was concealed from view, laid the sword across his lap and fell into a light sleep.