Everything had been set up to make him look safe.
Assassins weren't typically targeted in brothels and the likes except then they had messed with a particularly troublesome foe and in many cases they would be aware of the dispute.
So normally the poisoned drink should have worked out perfectly. But Elias as he was so called was meticulous.
Not only did he make one of the girls his personal poison tester, he had also made sure he brought a drink of his own as well.
Still, Chari had thought ahead.
When he grabbed Keeva's waist he touched some amount of poison, on the chair, on the door knob as well as other areas… the poison was practically indiscernible by most so he didn't even know he was peddling around the toxin.
All he had to do was pick his nose a little, rub his eyes and the likes. The poison would do the rest.
And of course the mouth area of the cup was spiced up as well just in case he wasn't smart enough to check.
