The gray man's brow went up a notch, as if surprised by the outburst but still indifferent to it.  "I judged it to be a personal matter, beyond anyone else's concern.  I was attacked by random chance, and survived by random chance.  I have no doubt that many a vendetta names me as its target, but this was not one of them."<br/><br/>"Furthermore, I doubt they will pursue me further or even consider me to be a threat, assuming they even know I am still alive," Ceoluulf explained matter-of-factly, perhaps implying that this was to his advantage.  "Fate willing, they will come to regret their choice in prey."<br/><br/>He stared at Seka for a moment, pondering whether or not to continue, then relented after seeing the ferocity in her eyes.  "The man who acted as a distraction bore a mark on his arm.  A long, thin dagger painted with black ink.  Perhaps the sign of a guild of some sort."