Argan chatted lightly with Mina as she treated his wounds, responding to her kiss on the forehead with a smile and a nod. When she returned to the main room, he swiftly went upstairs. Suprisingly enough, Grodo was right. At least in part, his dress was at fault. He locked the door behind him, and then reached into his belongings, pulling out the clothing he had worn as a hand. He didn't like the memories it raised, but he didn't have much choice.

"I'm playing a dangerous game now."

He sighed, removing the merry garb he wore as Argan, before pulling on the old clothes. It appeared he hadn't let himself go to much, as the clothes still fit him. He reached into the belongings again, pulling out a brace of Knives, and hiding them in the hidden pockets of the clothing. Several of them he was especially careful with. After all, even a nick from those would mean he wouldn't have to worry about this nonsense any more. The dead probably had their own worries, but he doubted the Thieves Guild was among them.

"That wasn't so hard. Let's see if the clothes really do make the man."

Argan smiled fiercely. Checking twice to make sure the door was locked, he easily climbed out of the Window, dropping easily on to the roof of the building next to the Bell. He'd chosen the room because of that simple fact.

"Let's see if I can kill two birds with one stone."

With that, Argan set out, over the rooftops, heading for the Guard's impound yard. His goal was to find this... ink. However, he did have another plan brewing in his head, if he could pull it off.