[b]“We follow them then?”[/b]

Leon considered the information he had for a slim moment, knowing time would be of the essence no matter what choice they made. Two targets, humanoid. No obvious weapons, meaning likely hidden daggers and maybe a crossbow each or possible spellcasters. They were clearly more worried about what was behind them than what was around them or they would have seen the trio crouching among the shadows of the wall. 

Scenario 1. They are fleeing a greater danger, meaning the trio's position was about to become compromised anyways by whatever was possibly following them and Leon was not about to fight something that someone else was already fleeing without knowing more. The trio could easily catch up to the pair, and perhaps an offer of help in exchange for information would at least earn them a favor with whoever they were.

Scenario 2. They are bait for a trap, meant to lead the trio or others like them into a kill box. Kill them all, and take their stuff. Risky business, and crude, but still presents a way for them to gain information. If they are Talons, they might welcome some help. If they aren't... well... then they would see whom the shadows really favored.

"I did say follow the rats," he muttered, looking towards Iliskra, "I'll take Ibdur with me in the open. Keep an eye out for trouble?" He offered her a wink through the mask, then gestured with a nod toward Ibdur that it was time to move.

They caught up to the pair as quickly as Leon thought, though the priest thought it very strange that they had seemingly turned down a dead end alley. Were they so desperate they lost their way? Or did the city have a few more secrets than it was willing to share with the strangers. 

Leon purposefully kicked a rock into a nearby wall, drawing attention from the pair as they got close enough to have a conversation. The smaller figure, a female human immediately pulled a knife and held it in a fighting grip towards the masked man and his heavily armed and armored dwarven companion. Now that the pair had turned to face them, Leon could see that the larger figure was a half elf male, and was leaking a lot of blood from places that shouldn't be leaking.

Leon held out his hands in a calming manner, showing he was holding no weapons and stepping in front of Ibdur to discourage the dwarf from seeking his battle glory on a pair of what he hoped were misguided sources of information.

"Easy. No need for steel, right?," Leon called out in common, "Name's 'Leo'. I'm a priest. I can help your friend there. For a price, of course. Tut, tut, don't jump to conclusions. My price is simply answers to five questions."

"I'm looking for a cousin of mine that their last letter said they were here in the city. Just a name, maybe a description, and I'll be more than happy to do my best to make sure your friend there sees another dawn," Leon said, the first part a very deceptive lie, but one that would allow them to ask after the Talons and see if the pair had any reaction or was willing to admit they knew of them, "I know what you're thinking, if you turn me down and demand we leave, we will leave you in peace... but your friend there doesn't look good. He might not make it to wherever it is you're going, especially if whatever did that to him catches up..."

He took a tentative step forward, watching the woman's body language for signs of an attack. "Decide quickly though. Please."