Felih's ears pin back. "He- I... he was- is? High ranking. One of the wealthiest in Ul'dah- or was, until I... well. There, wealth is power, and reputation, and... I couldn't just go up to him and finish the job- he's far stronger than I. I have my magic, but- his blade..."

He speaks very softly. "The last thing I wish to do is get into trouble for killing a man without proof." He spits the last word, tail bristling and puffing. "The Brass Blades are corrupt and Ul'dah run by money- if he pays them to look the other way, then there was no way for me to properly condemn him..."

He glances around anxiously. "If... you truly mean to do this, then I'd rather not discuss him in the open."