As the unlikely companions stole away into the night, Murphy was thinking about the possible safe places for them in london. going home was not an option right now. Whatever was behind this would likely have agents lying in wait there. Friends and family were likewise out of the question. And then Murphy had an idea.<br/><br/>"I know a safe place. A past smuggler den down near the sewer outlets of the river thames. I helped with the arrest back when I was still with the police, and as far as I know, no one ever bothered to really block the place back up. It's a good hiding spot for now, as it was built with that exact purpose in mind." He then looked over to his now fire-forged companion. "You know, we never got to the part where you told us your name." Murphy was trying to keep a conversation going, if only to cope with what he just experienced. "From your clothing and sophisticated manners, I'm assuming you are an aristocrat of some sort?" The man's clothing was indeed quiote expensive looking. And Murphy remembered him smoking some exotic-smelling tobacco.