Leon glanced between his companions, idly wondering if they should just leave this pair of strangers to die. The woman clearly had no intention of cooperating, even with the life of her companion on the line and the slaughtered bodies of her enemies at her feet. It was tiresome and far too much effort for what seemed a small prize. 

"It does say something about us a whole when the Tempuran Arahar is the most lawfully inclined of us," Leon said with a laugh, "but she is telling the truth. We met in Chandlerscross, and our skillset tends to work best with those who are not above operating against the law of the land to get the job done."

"You clearly don't seem to give a damn that we saved your lives. Fair enough. You didn't ask us to, and as I pointed out to the former Gundalar or whatever the hell his name was, lumping us in with you on his target list guaranteed his death. You also don't seem to care that my very expensive potion is the main reason your friend there is still breathing," Leon pointed out, then turned his eyes towards the man, "sorry friend, that it isn't doing more for you. I can't purge poison from your body, but I can stop it from hurting you for a handful of hours."

"So I'll throw that on the offering table to, after all I would hate to see my potion go to waste," Leon said, talking to them both, "help us find somewhere to rest up a bit and maybe some people that are willing to trade coin for a good set of skills. And it would be helpful if they were anti-... the fuck did the ugly guy say his boss's name was? Shaggy arms? Since we probably just axed our way out of his group. Literally."

"It's either help us and return the favor we've paid you, or go in peace and try to keep your friend alive on your own. But the next time I see you, I'll consider you fair targets just like we did Gundabar or whatever and his buddies, fair enough? Unless it's to pay me back for my potion, of course."

Screwing up the names was purposeful, the easy lie slipping between his lips reinforcing the idea that maybe their group had never heard of Shagarm. The offer of delaying the poison a few precious hours might also be enough to sway the woman if she really valued the life of the man next to her, which was a safe assumption since any other rogue would have left him in the dirt to die cleanly from the poison of Gunalar's blade. And then finally a threat to cap off the idea that refusing them will end up costing her in the future even more than losing her friend now.