[b]“Gunalar was not one for class,” Elthel remarked, “the inside looks even worse, you will see.”[/b]

[i]Great... so while he may not have been the type to lay out traps, the building itself could be its own deathtrap[/i], Leon thought, eyes scanning the shadows of the building. Honestly, he was wondering if Gunalar had some special attachment to the building. There was no tactical or economical reason to hang onto such a shoddy building that he could see. Then again, thugs rarely had to make sense with the decisions, they just beat the shit out of anyone who voiced a differing opinion.

"Still, I think it best to take every advantage we can get," Leon said, reaching up to touch the mask on his face, "excuse the touch, archer." He reached in and opened the connection to Mask, muttering a prayer of guidance for Firoz.

[i]And then something more for all of us.[/i]

Leon reached deeper, the shadows writhing around him and a hint of a smiling mask glimpsed in the shadows at his feet. "May the divine favor I am blessed to receive, the shadows that shelter me, the dark that obscures my blade from my enemy, be of use to you all," he said, channeling a Blessing to his allies.

"The blessing will last five, maybe six minutes. It will not save you from certain death, but trust the shadows and your foe may find their sight obscured when defending themselves," Leon said, the best explanation he could offer for Mask's blessings. 

"At your ready, Elthel," he said, drawing his longsword and holding it under his cloak to prevent any reflections, "my team can handle the two guards easily and slip into the house. Ibdur, can you hold the pallisade and prevent any rats from escaping?" He knew this was going to be murder work, and while he had no issue with taking the dwarf inside, if someone needed to hold the one obvious way in or out, it would serve well to be the armored and armed priest of Tempus.