She frowns, slightly, at his comment. "I have, or, umm, had, some friends among the guard," she protests.<br/><br/>The rest of the day passes uneventfully, as he remains at the guild, to avoid the heat from his activities dying down. That night, shortly after dinner, while he's in his room, making ready for bed, and Mirada is in the kitchen, volunteering to clean up, his door suddenly kicks open, and a pair of armed thieves, both fools he knew from the guild who were young and over-eager for progress, advance in, looking for him, murder clear in their eyes.