Although the elf continued to struggle, Thaddeus had a firm grip on the chain and a determination that outmatched the elf's limited strength. As they left the office, he quickened his steps, wanting to get to his home where he could really interact with the elf properly. He couldn't do anything here where doors didn't lock and eyes pried like a million greedy hands at market for a single slip. They might get their gossip in due time too, but for that, they would have to wait.

Thaddeus chuckled to himself as he stopped just outside the Gilded Cage's entrance. A sleek carriage waited, manned by a very tall man with dark hair oiled down like a raven's wing. Although his clothes looked elegant as anyone would expect from Thaddeus' associates, he looked more rugged. "Get in," Thaddeus demanded, pushing the elf toward the carriage door. Although he didn't use violence, his grip made it clear that he was not to be denied.