The perfect defense was the perfect trap. Cause now the followers would know where they would go, and could muster at their leisure. The inn would have been a better choice, as it reduced the best ways to attack to just a few options, which they could easily watch. Still, not their fault, they weren't trained assassins from birth. They didn't think like he did. Still, he jumped down, into a different alley, and then headed to the library to meet back up with his group. He gave them a nod, before turning and leading the way back to the inn.