[b] “Be ready.”[/b]

"Always," Leon grumbled, looking up at the shop. Either their guides were crazy or the shop functioned as some kind of front or hidden safehouse. He tried to scan the storefront for hidden symbols or signs of a thieves' guild, but his knowledge of the secret language of thieves' was limited at best. Even if he had a mastery of the strange mix of slang and coded phrases, it was still possible that the Talons or whomever their guides were a part of didn't follow the common code anyways.

Come to think of it, it was rather odd that any shop, let alone one that specialized in food would be relatively undisturbed here. He shrugged, deciding that answers would come soon enough. As long as Iliskra watched the front, he would take care of their backs. Leon stepped inside but continued to keep an eye out towards the front to make sure the heavily armed and armored group they spotted didn't suddenly decide to backtrack. 

Despite the dwarf shopkeep's concerned words and likely suspicion of Leon, Ibdur, and Iliskra, the priest continued to keep his focus towards the outside. Anything he said would likely be discarded by the shopkeep, and he was in no mood to play ten lies and a truth with the dwarf when Elthel and Zilaster could provide an easier introduction.