Ithi'Ka watches him die, the elation of power and the cold satisfaction of vengeance for Nightshade's suffering fluttering about like birds in the night-- beyond her reach, something she knows exists but cannot truly know.  The half-elf object of Ithi'Ka's fascination would not have killed Roland, even after all this time... why could Ithi'Ka not even fathom an alternative?<br/><br/>When his guttering subsides, Ithi'Ka glides the knife from its path through his throat, the surface slick in the muted light, smoking with wet heat in the chilled night air.  She wipes the blade on his lovely blonde hair, then re-sheathes it and gathers his things into a pouch... she doesn't quite trust them, especially not those coins.  She slips her hands under his shoulders and drags him to the closest sewer entrance.  The act takes time, for she is not physically strong, but the cloak of shadow she summoned will last for almost an hour more.  So with a cold creeping guilt in her stomach, she prises up the heavy iron grate of the sewer and drops Roland within.<br/><br/>Exhausted, she manages to replace the grate before sitting, wiping her face absently before noticing the sticky dab of blood she's placed on her cheek.  Cursing her own stupidity again, she swipes the mark with her cloak before setting off into the night.<br/><br/>She is going to try to find Kasumi.