Clif finished his dinner after Margaret left. He hadn't noticed the couple enter, but was hard pressed not to catch on to newcomers given some time. He wasn't sure what to make of the two, and simply sat, content to watch for a time. He tried to be inconspicuous about it, but Clif wasn't known for much more than being awkward.
"Obviously not Rogues..."
Margaret was speaking with the bartender and Clif felt oddly vulnerable, given this assassin business. "Did Wolf hire 'em?" he wondered to himself.