Solomon heard the bells and they certainly grated but it was just Hawk's way of sticking it to the world. The small things were his way of staying sane Solomon suspected. He rose and opened the door checking the hall. No one had made it out of their room's yet so Solomon collected his equipment ghosted out of the room. Closing the door to his room Solomon wiped the contact poison off the door handle and collected his kris from the other room. Without a single sound he made it down the hallway fastening his cloak he descended the stairs and noticed Hawk sitting drinking his brandy. "You bastard. Hiding the good stuff from me now are we? After all we've been through you aren't even going to share." Solomon hooked a chair with his foot and pulled it over so he could sit with his back to the wall next to hawk. "So, am I gonna need all of this?" Solomon gestured at his gear. "I figured you needed a one man cleaning crew if you were actually calling me in on something other than a solo mission. I mean if you just want me bagging and tagging bodies after the fact that's fine but I assumed you wanted something a little more aggressive given the fact that it looks like you called in half the players and your successor." Solomon pulled a flask from his cloak, and swigged calmly from it. "not planning on dying on me are you Hawk?" Solomon looked at him over the top of the flask. "You die on me Hawk and you know it's only a quick walk, swift drop and a short stop for me and I'm not sure if I'm ready to see the other side yet."