Saur had slipped on his other 'robes' and mouthwrap over his Banking Clan garb right before the Imperials burst in. He sat on the end of the bed where the elixr was, suspiciously eyeing the Imperial officer who, with his tight grey outfit and vicious smile, eyed the humble abode up and down before he mumbled something about the less 'fortunate'.
"There are marks on the walls indicating there was a firefight," He said, purposefully bumping into the broken chair so as to bring attention to it. "And then there's that. Where do you keep your money?"
Saur pointed with the hand farthest from the closet to the closet door. The Officer suspiciously had one of his men open it, from which he dug through clothes far too small for Saur until he found a very tiny bag containing a handful of widgets.
"Nothing was stolen," He smirked, taking a sample of blood that was on a rather chair-like splinter. Saur pretended to let it fly over his head. "We're heading on now, but if you see those ruffians any time soon, let us know."
Saur nodded his approval and the group left the block, patrolling towards the center of the city. He snarled and removed both the Banking Clan robes and his trashy disguise.
He hung the robes up dutifully, and after folding the flowing garment of empty moth homes, threw it and the defunct breathing device into the corner. After securing the door as best he could, he pulled up the covers and slowly drifted into a worried sleep.