Nameless dodged the attacks with contemptuous ease, unleashing the spell. He watched the boy fall, and used his ring of healing, before calmly stabbing both of them in the back of the skulls, where the spinal column met the brain, instantly killing them. He then sighed, and pulled off the blood stained shirt, using it to wipe the blood off of him, not too much, but enough that he didn't want to wander out with it. A thin, ugly purple line remained, and he pulled another shirt on, before wrapping his half cloak around him. He threw open the door, and hurled both bodies out into the main room with contemptuous ease, before stepping onto them as he headed for the two surviving friends who were on the look out to 'ensure no outsiders were involved in the fight.' He pulled one of the two chairs out, and sat down, glaring at them with the most disdainful expression he had, like he had found a mutt pissing in his room, and only his current good mood separated it from the gods. "You two. I would advise Stronglot. Small guild down there, never need my attention. No chance of promotion, but at least you get to live. You have ten minutes to be on the road before I come after you. Move."<br/><br/>He personally considered it a waste, of both lives and talent, but he had a reputation to uphold, and if he had to kill a couple of pups every four to six months, he didn't care. Better than being merciful and having to kill several a month.<br/><br/>(intimidate d20+12 [32])