Leon stood slowly, turning to watch Ibdur finish off the half-orc in a spray of crimson and broken skull fragments. It was a bit much for his taste, but he had to hand it to the dwarf, the target was definitely dead. And likely wouldn't be coming back as anything either unless he had friends in very high places.

[i]At least he may have some benefit in his death,[/i] Leon thought to himself, flicking the blood off of his weapon and running it along the coat of one of the fallen thugs for good measure. Sheathing the weapon, he kept his shield in his off hand as he walked back over to Ibdur and Iliskra.

"I trust you are well, Arahar," Leon asked, before turning his eyes on Iliskra, "it was a good counter ambush. You gave me the opening I needed." For once, he spoke the truth, outnumbered and outmaneuvered Leon and Ibdur might have been able to fight their way clear, but it was only because of Iliskra that the strangers lived through the experience. With that, he nodded calmly and walked past them and crouching down ten feet away from the strangers.

The woman was still very hostile, staring daggers at them as though she hadn't just seen these three kill four well armed enemy thugs in half a minute. The man seemed to recognize that Leon and his companions had little to gain by killing them, and was eagerly finishing off a very expensive cure potion that Leon had left for him.

"Now then, where were we?," Leon said