"It is not as much of a grudge as it is more of a precautionary measure. Some people are willing to kill to hide their agenda, and I have little interest in dying for someone's personal interests." Donald answered Liaena's assertion about him keeping grudges with a small smile. 
"He tried once. What's stopping him from finishing his job sometime in the future?"

Although Donald's dealings were done with the High Elf, he doubted the High Elf was done with him for as long as he lived. It was not the first time someone had tried to kill their hired blades to hide the truth of their own plots, and it would certainly not be the last time either. Through his career, Donald had met with all sorts of people, including nobles and rich men. No matter how pretty their cloth, their intentions were seldom any more noble than that of a common street thug. 

"A ghost?" Donald asked, slightly raising his one eyebrow as he looked up at Liaena; seemingly a little surprised. The assassin raised a finger up to his chin, as he seemed to be searching through his memory.

"I know the assassin you speak of, even though I never saw his face, he smelled like a corpse anyway. But the ghost you mentioned... I don't think I ever saw anything like that. That is not to say though that I have no idea what attacked me when Silverlion intercepted me. Something invisible, it tossed me around like a ragdoll... "

Donald paused for a moment, looking to the side before his gaze returned to Liaena.

"Oh yes, his last name was Silverlion. A Sherraine Silverlion, or something like that, weird elven first name. A merchant who's a wannabe lord, supposedly having a history with the noble Greymoon as well as some ties to the Scourge. He hired me through a friend of mine, for whom me and my... well, I wouldn't call them teammates but they were supposed to be a team nonetheless. I'm sure you've met them all by now."