Gahetano returned the salute to the dwarf, but frawned a little when he realized the odd appendage of the engineer. Then, he headed towards the door to make sure nobody else interrumped without being announced, given the apparently delicate nature of the mission. In his way back, he realized there were a trail of blood in the corridor's floor. A big trail. Maybe the reunion had exploded into violence far before his arrival. And now that the idea was in his head... weren't one of the room's tables completely collapsed?. For a moment he feared to find a rat-beastman trying to attend the contract. 

Once the door was safely closed, he returned into the room and decided to take breakfast: "I would say the two main problems we face..." he added to the conversation "...are: not calling any atention and do the job fast. Aside of the lady's resistance. With that in mind, I ask myself if some distraction maneouver is in order. The less pears of the realm we have to slay, the better. For several reasons."

The Alcatani grapes were superb.

"You know: at night. One group to bring the lady, one to keep the scape-route safe... someone to guard the entrance and, perhaps, someone who can assure us the levy is busy somewhere else."