Nameless watched the star guardian clerk step out of the damn house, and resisted the urge to pull out his crossbow and take a quick shot. He was still enraged at the creature, mostly because he would have helped if they arrogant bastard had tried to get his order to flex just enough to do the job without hurting anyone. He simply shrugged, and headed back to the guild, grabbing his customary pitchers of ale, and retiring to his room to try and get some work done before attempting to get in again tomorrow. That the bastard hadn't saw him, clearly trying to get in, meant that he was too hidebound to bother opening his mind to a new idea, let alone try to flex his plan to take into account the fact he and likely the assassin were trying to do his fracking job for him.