Lalli peeked over the edge of the roof, gripping by the ends of his fingers and toes as he tried to recon the rooftop again. Spotting the assassin, back facing him, he silently pulled himself up over the edge of the roof, and dropped down on cloth-wrapped shoes. He silently padded over to the assassin, keeping as silent as a thief, and gently, oh so gently, took the assassin's coinpurse. Pocketing it in one of his special for-coin-purse pockets, he took a dozen steps back, and then coughed into his hand to get her attention.

He watched, so amused, as she twisted and got up, not even noticing the lack of coin. But oh well- that was her bad. The weight of her coinpurse was very promising. If there was something he knew, it was taking money.

So he gave a small little half-bow when she finally faced him, and he waited patiently for her to reciprocate. Satisfied, and started. "I've been trying to track him. Hard to, smart, knows the city like the back of his hand. Six individuals-" he pulled out a list of paper- "I suspect are contacts, since he speaks with them, one every day."

On the paper was several names- next to them, a small notation just said "Yes."

Lalli pulled out her coin purse after she had taken the note, and added, "Here is payment for a contract, against the foreigner."