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By the time Anil had reached the half-giant it was already dead, it's dark blood pooled about it in the aftermath of the Guild's vicious attacks. One thing about the Guild of Nine Swords that was forever enshrined in Anissa's oral history was their effectiveness. They got the job done, and they did it cleanly which is probably why so few people were purchasing their services recently. The highly political realm of subterfuge and intrigue was not clean, it was in fact very dark and dirty. No employer wanted any ill work traced back to their ink, and the Guild of Nine Swords was a very public institution that displayed a great deal of transparency. Too much for most.

Anil chanted an assessment spell around him, surveying the lifeforce of his companions. They all seemed to check out, Ranos and Yuhra may be a bit sore later from the sudden exertion but that was to be expected of warriors. Sylar was sound in the body, if not necessarily in the soul. Anil had no ill will towards the dark mage; in Kal'ha they had been taught to accept that everybody walked their own path to enlightenment and no matter how wayward that path would seem to an outside observer that very observer should recognize that there is more than one way to live. Anil remained unjudgmental of the young man. Anil hadn't had time to take account of Sylar's entrance appropriately as was due to another Guild member.

"So then, how is our prince of darkness doing today?" Anil inquired with thinly veiled satire. Okay, so maybe he was a little judgmental, then again that was expected for one who did not complete his spiritual training at the monastery. The silvery-black haired man appeared to be occupied at the time anyway and paid the meddling monk no heed.

Anil turned to the other two of the troop, Ranos and Yuhra. Lords how lovely she looked with a weapon in her hands! Anil smiled at the girl as he approached the two warriors and produced the silver coins given to him by the tavern keeper's daughter. With his hand outstretched towards Ranos, Anil pinched the coins between his thumb and index finger and said, "Although I may be tardy, I never fail to deliver."