He straightened up while clicking the switchblade back into its hidden sheathe on the underside of the bracer using his thigh, and nodded, pulling his bag of holding around, and pulling out a normal rope. He tossed it to the hound archon, and leaned nonchalantly against the wall, idly studying them under the hood of his cloak. He suddenly realized he could have destroyed the center crystal with a ranged attack, rather than with the hilt of a weapon, and resisted the urge to smack himself. He sighed, and shook his head, before heading over to collect his longsword. He was aware of how a trio of supposedly good outsiders would react to his chosen profession as an assassin, and didn't want to make an issue of it, so he was just going to vanish. The hole in the ceiling was big enough for them to fly out of, so him vanishing with his grappling hook and rope wasn't going to be a massive problem, but the last thing he wanted was for them to start asking questions. Of course, just vanishing would be rude, and likely annoy them just as much, so he simply slid the longsword back into its sheath on his back, before leaning against the wall.