"The elf you killed was Varenis' son?" Calen gives a sideway glance to the drow. "Hahahaha...well good riddance at any rate."

He spare a moment to keep chuckling to himself, almost cruelly. "Well, the good news if you've only got the one option now - continue on to Slatetine and get paid. Because there's no way in the hells that you'll run that elf twit down now. The bad news is, every thug, lowlife and two-bit bounty hunter in the Nantir is going to be after the lot of you now."

He found this far too amusing and was still grinning.