Leon tilted his head to the side as Iliskra approached. "Normally, you would be quite right. Only a fool stands out in the open in unclaimed ground... but someone had to do it or else the three of us may very well have skulked the entire way to the town. Not exactly efficient use of a team so it seemed a worthwhile trade to endanger myself for fifteen minutes if it meant we could all have a chat," he admitted, then introduced himself, "Leon. Amateur swordsman and humble man of the faith." He deliberately did not mention which particular faith, that was part of the game Maskarrans played with others. If you knew of Mask, it was easy enough to guess his priest's or priestess's allegiance. If you didn't... well that was just more fun for the Maskarran.

"I would have wagered a good deal of coin that the dwarf would have revealed themselves long before you though. Our last conversation was far from... endearing," he said, chuckling and turning his head to the side to show the part of his neck she had flicked, "do you suppose they are here and watching us or elsewhere and simply not fond of arriving before they absolutely have to?"

Leon took a moment to scan the shadows, his inner clock telling him that the ferry man was supposed to arrive any minute based on Breck's timetable. 

"I do not know if you have ever worked with a priest before, but I will keep my talents brief. I can heal wounds of course, but I'm a much bigger fan of ensuring we are not targeted in the first place or that everything is a bit too dead to hurt us in turn," he said, "I'm also a talented liar, story spinner, and entertainer of sorts. Unlike most priests, I don't give a damn who you are or how you do what you do, as long as it doesn't kill me. I'll try to keep from getting you killed in turn."

"Any thoughts on our soon to be partners in crime?," he asked, referring to the Talons.