[i]Aselia. Vrain. Dead companions.

Roscela. A healer? Clearly someone they felt could help Zilaster.

Zilaster. Elthel. Representatives placed highly enough to negotiate on behalf of the others. The dwarf clearly defers to Zilaster.

Yanoriim. Grocer and business partner. Close friend too.[/i]

Leon smiled a bit as he continued to monitor the front of the shop. His mind noting the details down. It was far from proving anything was worth the trouble they were going through, but it was a good sign that they had at least made contact with -someone- outside of Shagarm's faction in the area. Their words made it aggravating to separate out the natural noises coming from outside that seeped in, but so far he could detect no clanking of weapons or chanting of spells. A good start, he supposed.

[b]“What?” Yanoriim’s eyes widened, “Dead? How? Neither of them said anything about it!”[/b]

"I imagine having poison ravage your body tends to make one skip out on tiny details like the death of an ugly bastard like Gunalar. However, it would be most accurate to say that the rest of his skull is now as forked as his tongue, apparently," Leon said, his eyes still scanning the outside area, "though if you seek to hear the full story, credit goes to our dwarf companion there. It was actually a fantastic fight to be twenty or so feet away from at the time." The last part of his words were in a much lighter tone akin to a jest.

"You should tell him the tale, Ibdur," Leon said, keeping the lighter tone as he openly invited the dwarf priest to brag about his kill to a fellow dwarf.

"The woman, Elthel can confirm his words if you choose not to believe us of course," he muttered, his tone darkening again. He didn't like this situation. Who knows how many armed bodies could be hiding out behind that door they had disappeared into, and while the half elf Zilaster seemed genuinely grateful for their assistance, killing a thug like Gunalar was no guarantee they would not all find crossbow bolts in their backs for their efforts.

After all this was survival of the fittest in it's most urban version.