"Well it seems you all have this in hand, I'll be seeing you sometime later in the week, anyway," Edwin nudged towards the door while making small talk. Seeing the diminuitive Dante was the last thing he wanted see with Harversters, Fiends, and Sacrifices and a dead girl on top of it. Besides, Dante would probably have his goons break Edwin's legs soon enough. A new cold sweat pricked all over his face and down his spine as Edwin willed himself to walk out of the place and not just dash about like one of the gliding vermin that adapted and mutated to Sharn's tall environment and ambient magical background.