"Surely two confused minds are better than one." That was definitely not the phrase or anywhere near it, but we work with what we have.

It was Lucanis's turn to frown as he looked down at the note. The vagueness certainly explained why Spite had ripped it up in a fit of fury and stomped halfway down the stairs before Lucanis managed to halt his progress.

The assassin turned then to look at the Tavernkeeper. Their features were so difficult to pin down — but whatever they were, they seemed about as serene as the Caretaker. Unbothered by the patrons hounding them with questions. "Are you certain it's not?"