"That's one down, now on to the daft bugger who decided to kill one of us.  Go sit down and have a drink then, best whiskey this side of the hudson.  Take the lass with ye, we'll talk after this."  He then turned to face the even stranger one and drew his knife that he held with the edge to the guys throat, sure he had aided them but then again enemies often came in the guise of friends.  This one he was not going to give even two second, he had one and it was going to be gone right after he interrogated him.  "Be ready to spill after I am done talking, or it'll be your head that is decorating this floor.  Tell me who the hell ye are, and why the hell yer in here.  Now that I am done, waggle that tongue truthfully and all these weapons'll go poof."  He leaned in as he did it, and gave the second guest the look of someone who was not adverse to killing.  In fact Darien had been turned while on death row back in the 1800's when it meant you were hours from the gallows, all for the crime of killing a corrupt man who had powerful friends when his life was in danger.