Magnus jumped a little at Bellant's rather loud entry, but quickly recovered and gave the drake a somewhat discontent look. It only lasted a moment, and he honestly felt a bit silly for reacting like that. Even if the loud and sudden noise had been caused by someone who wasn't with them, there were more than enough people in the room to keep the theoretical intruder from accomplishing much. When the second prisoner was dropped and started wiggling, Magnus nudged the sack a little with his foot. "Huh. Nice work," He commented. He figured that whoever had been bagged would be taken downstairs as well.<br/><br/>As he eyed the undulating sack, the book he'd obtained was skillfully opened by Avis. Magnus carefully readjusted the small tome, opening it to the front page. There was a name, presumably the dead assassin's, and an ink seal that resembled the embroidery on the cover. "These people sure do like trees," Magnus muttered, looking up from the page to give Avis an appreciative smile. "Thanks," He said, turning a few pages. There were multiple diary entries, each one quite long and full of rants about travel hardships and opinions of accomplices. "Hopefully there's something useful in here."<br/><br/>For now, he closed the book and passed it along, nodding a little when Anora requested his attention. He took a few steps with her, and considered her inquiry. "Well, yes. I think the dragon might have evened the odds out a little." He shrugged. Even in their comparatively small stature to other dragons, the Alftari forest drakes were still powerful beings. "Honestly, this whole situation's been odd. I've never heard of anyone surviving an attempt by these people, let alone making it backfire this hard. Could be new recruits, maybe..." He wasn't sure exactly why this attempt had so many unintended consequences. The other Alftar girl in the shop had taken action before anything happened, which was sure to have thrown them off somewhat, but everything had gone completely wrong even after the fact. Regardless, he was lucky to be alive, and was glad that the cult these men belonged to apparently decided to send a squad of idiots to do the job.<br/><br/>Questioning how they'd managed to get to this point would need to be put aside for now. Atisha requested Magnus' assistance, and he nodded in response. "Of course. Want me to bring him?" He asked, motioning his hand towards the still-flopping sack on the ground. He didn't really have too many questions, except for one glaring one that hung at the back of his head. "Just what are we going to do with them once we're done?"