Aldanith remained silent for a long while, before eventually opening his mouth to speak up again. She was right... It indeed did make a lot of sense. He did find these things odd when he took the job, but he was too blinded by the thrill to refuse it.
"Yes, it was planned. Now I see how it fits... I couldn't get any price off him, and the streets were unusually quiet today, but there was movement behind the windows and in backstreets, and I heard them whispering. Yes, I heard them from the rooftops. It was all just a trap..."
He growled, standing up, and pulled Rora up with himself. "I can get us out unnoticed, but don't think I'm helping you out for free. One attempt to betray me, and you're as good as dead, understand?" he spoke silently, and his eyes glinted darkly as they pierced her like spears of ice in the dark. He wiped the blood off his wrist into the mask, now only loosely hanging by his neck, and let it slide back down, ignoring the throbbing pain the wound was causing him.