You make your way back to Cassus' mansion, wondering what will happen to Riffer.
By the time you get to the mansion, the streets are completely empty, save a single group of men stumbling down main thoroughfare. THe manor itself is already undergoing repairs - a broken window has been temporarily boarded up, and it seems like a work crew will make the building look new sometime by tomorrow.
When you are only a few feet away from the building, one of the "Drunks" whispers out to you:
"I'm a Blacklily, but I mean no harm. Hell, I should inform you that you were never a foe of the 'lilies... just Riffer's bunch." He takes a step towards you. It is obvious that the rags of a typical street drinker are a disguise... it is also obvious that, underneath those rags, he must be carrying several daggers.
"You could shoot at me, but you should know there are several crossbows - one aimed at each of your heads. It wouldn't be an easy fight, like at the Ship's Wheel. Especially now that we know how you fight." He gives a disarming grin, and reaches into his pocket casually, pulling out a letter.
"A letter. From the Missus. What you do with it is up to you." He turns to walk away. After a few steps, he pauses, turns around, and says "Oh, and a word to the wise: you may have killed a few of Riffer's men, but one or two of those guys were friends of mine. You aren't an enemy of the Blacklilies right now, but if you cross our path again, we won't hesitate to fight. And we fight dirty."
After that, he instantly resumes his drunken stumbler guise and starts lurching away.
The letter, wrapped with a single black ribbon, is in the middle of the paved streets. The only sound is that of the wind, cutting through the wide thoroughfare.