Leon chuckled, moving back to his companions and shaking his head. He wondered what could be so important that the woman would risk her compatriots life just to try and stop the three of them from learning about it. Was this bunch of thieves as Gundalar had called them, so fragile that they feared three newcomers to the city?

"One of you two gets to do the negotiations next time," he said, nodding at Iliskra and Ibdur.

Doing a final pat down of the corpses, Leon checked his weapon and shield harness before setting off with the rest of the group. It would be slow going, since their guides were a very ill half-elf using another as a crutch and Leon moved to be the closest to them in case the woman decided she needed help after all. He trusted Iliskra and Ibdur to keep an eye on their surroundings, and in turn he kept an eye on the pair of half-elves as they walked. He offered no conversation, knowing that the strangers would need to keep their concentration on just moving along and his own companions would be focusing on the world around them for potential threats and markings.

Instead, he reached out towards the divine connection he felt with Mask, feeling the reassuring touch of the shadows on his body. Mask's reassurance was far from a guarantee of safety, but at least it promised that the Shadowlord's goals were being forwarded. Now he just had to hope that such goals included himself and his companions. It would be a shame after all to end up discarded like so many other assets.