DoT: Job's done

"Job's done, brother," said the voice, and the man who called himself Daystar straightened at his desk. "Gave your tools a bit of a shock, though."

"That's more easily done than it should be," Daystar grumbled. 

His sister shrugged. "If you want professionals, hire professionals. For amateurs, they weren't doing too badly: they spotted all three of Greycloak's guards and had the ones in the main room distracted. Hells, they might have managed to take him out if I hadn't already. But you're still covered: word will be that Greycloak was hit by a team, not a single assassin, and they took both the bags and Greycloak's sword."

"Ah, now there's a bonus," Daystar allowed himself a small smile. "They might be worth the investment after all."

"Then you'll appreciate this as well," added his sister. "They were dressed as Greycloaks and Panthers."

"Oh?' Daystar was honestly a little surprised. He'd been worried that his pawns were too obvious, not cautious enough, and he might need to sacrifice them earlier than he'd planned. If they were going to actively assist in creating the chaos he wanted, though... well, he might need to keep them on the board longer than expected.  He'd have to question Grot on their performance...

...Was he making a mistake leaving them in the half-orc's hands? No, it was better to keep them away from him, especially now that they seemed to be learning. And Grot was a good coachman and an excellent bodyguard, and best of all he had very few secrets to keep. Even if he lost his mind and told the pawns who he really worked for, they'd done too much damage to too many gangs to turn themselves over now. 

Still, it wouldn't hurt to remind Grot of that... and if they turned on the half-orc, well, that would be his signal to eliminate them.