Leon shrugged his shoulders, double-checking his gear harness and ensuring he was ready for trouble as they began to head out into the city. With Elthel leading the group since she knew their destination, he fell back into a rearguard position near Ibdur. The dwarf was far from quiet, but silencing sounds was a minor power he could call upon if it became necessary. The positioning also gave them a solid rear defense in case of an ambush, though if they were ambushed on the way there, they were either very unlucky or had no hope of catching their quarry unawares. 

He still wasn't convinced that this was the wisest move for them, but it was one of the only ones they had to make and realistically, the job was to make contact with an anti-Shagarm faction. Sure, it might be preferred if it was the Talons, but as long as they could direct knives into the backs of the mercenaries, any group would do. When they paused for Elthel to check ahead for any trouble, Leon glanced to the north, wondering how the rest of Breck's forces were doing. Based on the information they had been given, and the subtle nudges given to him by Mask, it was going to be a while before any significant changes were reported. All he could do is watch, wait, and be ready.

"Copper for your thoughts, Ibdur?," Leon asked, his eyes turning back towards the rooftops around them, "we're not off to a bad start with this group at least, but I do wish we knew more about our target."