Rab nodded. "Evidently not. But no matter... Rodolphus can deal with him once he recovers. The worm is my brother's problem, anyhow." He refolded the note, made one of his own to Rodolphus, then called for Kylr to deliver it.
Once the elf was gone, he reached over the jar of salve for the itching. "Here... remove your robes and I'll put this on you." He waited until she did, then began. "At least we had good news today. That fool Auror Shacklebolt was buried today. That's one less we have to worry about." He smirked. "Actually two. One of the other Aurors died a few days ago."