Kill the assassin? Some random person, who didn't take the credit? Eryx probably couldn't kill her, let alone some nameless rumor. Bullshit. He leans back, in his chair, looking around. A familiar looking figure entering the place.

An arm raises, clad in white up to the steel reinforced black gloves, waving to a man who had entered. "Isago!" He calls with a grin, gesturing to the man. For a moment Eryx is quiet, looking over his face. "The nose, it's always the nose they mess up." He unfolds one of the wanted posters to look back and forth between them, careful to keep it facing the wall so nobody else would see it.