When the group disbanded for preparations, Magnus gave a few parting words to the others, thanking them for their help. Without them, he likely would've died that day, and he would repay them for their help however he could. Upon leaving the shop, carrying the more bloodied parts of his clothing home instead of wearing them, he swiftly made his way to his home through as many back alleys as he could, avoiding contact with citizens and guards. The large crimson stain running down his body would've brought far too much attention to him otherwise.<br/><br/>His entry to the house was met with frantic worry by his parents, as well as a blindingly bright and sudden cast of a healing miracle by his mother. It took the elders a moment to realize that their son was no longer wounded, and after letting him clean up and change into some fresh, unstabbed clothes, they all sat down and had a long conversation about what was going on. Magnus knew he would have to leave, for his parents' sake, and despite initial protests and some tears, they relented. For now, leaving the town was more a 'to-do' thing than an immediate event, so the family still at least had some time together before he departed.<br/><br/>The task at hand needed to be done before all else, and Magnus took to Goldenburgh's streets to look for any stragglers of the amulet-bearing assassins. He wore his armour and concealed himself with a cloak of his own, a hooded, short blue one more meant for protection from the weather than style, and only brought his hammer with him for self-defense. The shortened polearm was kept mostly concealed beneath the cloak's hanging flap, so the potential of aroused suspicion was at least somewhat minimized. It wasn't exactly uncommon to see wandering adventurers wearing their weapons anyway.<br/><br/>His own search bore some fruition, though less than Atisha's. While he did not find any still-living assassins, the one that had spontaneously died from some curse or spell after the assault was being carried away from the market in a wagon by the guards. They'd made some progress away from the scene of the attack, but some strategic use of alleys and road crosses kept him close to the corpse-carriers. He couldn't exactly grab the assassin's body and make a swift escape, so he instead did the next best thing and decided to take the amulet.<br/><br/>A handful of coins given to a small child with a toy sword proved enough to distract the guards, who proceeded to leave the cart and escort the child off the road after taking a less-than-painful beating to their shins. During that time, Magnus hopped into the cart's back, uncovered the assassin, and patted them down for anything he could possibly find. The amulet, a small notebook, and a fancy-looking ring were the things he managed to take before leaving the cart and casually walking away, leaving the guards clueless. While stealing from a corpse being taken away by guards would usually be on a list of things he would never do, the assassins were an exception. He was unsure exactly what he could do with the ring, but the amulet and book would hopefully prove to be of use.<br/><br/>With a peek over his shoulder, Magnus saw the guards and the dead assailant disappear around the corner. He gave a heavy sigh of relief, and as the child he had paid of waved to him, he gave them a wave and smile of his own. He swiftly left the part of town and began heading back to the building that the group had previously been in. On arriving, he knocked at the door and waited, keeping his guard up and his eyes open while he stood by the entrance.