Conuld
Gram nods. "Alrigh', ye stay 'ere with the boys. Ye all, eh... try to stay in t'night, okay?" The councilor looks with trepidation at the black sky. "I've got these two with me, if things go east." He nods at the two guards carrying the orc prisoner.
Gram turns to leave. "Phyrah be with ye. Phyrah be with us all."
Hayder's boys look glad to have something helpful to do, even if it's just cleaning up an dirty alley cat. The cat is still asleep, but as soon as the cold bath water hits its body, it wakes right up. Conuld uses the vestiges of his magic earlier to warm the water to a comfortable temperature, and the cat mostly cooperates with minimal mewling.
On the Rooftop:
You're actually on a rooftop, not in a room with a door. Unless I've forgotten something. In which case, you don't hear the footsteps. But I'm pretty sure you're still on the rooftop, so you do hear the footsteps, and over the side of the roof you see...
Kurgahz leans over the side of the roof, spying two thugs with Kaati Shut circle-brands on their shoulders. One is sitting, it looks like he has been there for a while. He is silently hushing the other with a finger to his lips, the other is now pointing upwards at the head of Kurgahz.
Both curse loudly and immediately flee.