[He doesn't particularly want to make this post, but he's aware that it's necessary. His voice and expression don't betray his inner exhaustion--they don't betray much of anything, really, given the unknowable glow of his eyes--but rest assured that he's ready to lock himself away and not emerge for quite some time. He'd done all he could, and none of it had mattered. The child was dead; Bariyan had run off. Koltira's heart is a shard of ice.

His words are short, calm and deliberate.]

The business with Martin Darkov is finished. You need not concern yourselves over the matter any longer.

[ooc: despite his tone, he's angry/tired/frustrated/etc PICK A NEGATIVE EMOTION and it's swirling around in him at present, so responses may cut off abruptly/not happen/etc.]