As his feet touched lightly to the ground, he looked up. The Khajiit was not following. Interesting. He made chase after the prey, the man almost out of the alley.
He caught up quickly, quietly. Just as the man began to step into the street, a tri-pronged spearhead burst through his esophagus, spilling blood and causing the man to choke and gurgle for air for a few seconds. The Argonian used the spear to pull the man back into the alley to hide the body.
After he cleared the scene of any blood, he climbed easily up the side of a building. He made his way to the rooftop where he had seen the Khajiit. She was still there, crouched and at ease, her bow upon her back and no weapon drawn. Tor eyed her carefully. “Sso how does a freelance beat a Daughter of Sithiss to a contract?”