As she stares down at the cooling corpse, Ithi'Ka considers Nightshade's explanation and nods an affirmative.  "We leave him, then."  She pats him down once more, looking for anything else in his pockets-- a signed note, a writ of orders, a memento or signifier that could be traced back to him.  With one white eyebrow lifting, adding an almosted amused confidence to her determined stare, she looks up to Nightshade.  "And we will give them a killer."<br/><br/>When finished with her search, the dark elf stands and makes her way toward the main hall, toward the great-room where the golden sentinel stands and the drunken watchmen's sloppy conversation fills the air like a stench.  Her fingers stroke the smooth surface of the note in her cloak pocket.<i>First Roland,</i>she thinks to herself.  She looks for Hawk, spying him by the bar where he'd been waiting when she first saw him.  She looks back to Nightshade for permission-- not seeing the madame, there's a twinge in her chest... she looks back the half-elf's brother and tips her head beckoningly, then heads through the front door.