"I will look appropriately harried. Good luck, Rook." He flashed her a faint, fleeting grin and then turned on his heel, artifacts tucked under his arms as he hurried off through the museum. Lucanis made an appropriate show of weaving through the remaining displays in case anyone saw their chase unfolding, making his escape through the window he had arrived in with a dexterous leap.

He ran for a few moments longer until he was certain he was out of sight, then slowed to a trot the rest of the way back to hand in his reward for those Bones. Rook would find him, whenever she was through, in the small tavern in Grey Ward he had mentioned — a hole in the wall establishment with only a handful of patrons.