He falls, loss of blood, added to the concusion from before, knocking him out.  At the alley's edge, the protitute is watching out into the street.  She steps out into the street as a guardsman comes to investigate, intercepting his gaze by leaning over rather far to fix a stocking.  One hand motions behind her, a sign to hurry away.  ((Roland is unconcious and bleeding out, though with his constition he's likely to recover quickly.  There are several places to hide... either yourself, or him.))