[ Ah, yes. Iorveth's blood. He hadn't considered the fact that there could be any more of it left, but it's possible that the ground floor—and whatever remains of Iorveth's blood—is still intact. He supposes he might feel the same, were it his own blood. A small, ambitious part of him thinks to suggest they keep it rather than destroy it, but his stomach turns at the idea of keeping anything Araj had a hand in creating.

In truth, he doesn't really fancy the trouble. He does fancy Iorveth, however, so— ]

A one-eyed wood elf loitering around the scene of an arson? [ He scoffs. ] The Fists would have a field day.

[ Whether Henrik is alive or not, the Fists still know about a terrorist with one eye. Unfortunate, really, that Iorveth is so distinctive. It makes eluding the law that much harder.

Nonchalantly, as if he doesn't really care: ] Someone has to keep an eye on you so you don't get stabbed again.