[b]“Very well, Maskarran,”[/b]

Leon shrugged, not bothering to confirm or deny his faith. Which was just as good as admitting to being a part of the Lord of Shadows flock. If any of the group had been servants of a god of Light, he might have been hesitant, but all thieves owed part of their lives to the shadows. Either way, they would use his skills just as he would use theirs. 

[b]“You will take those two then? If you need me to drop one just quickly rise your left fist high and I will shoot.”[/b]

"Appreciated, but I suspect your arrows will do more good aimed towards the house," Leon commented, "my partner with the knives will cover us if I screw up." He nodded towards Iliskra, a plan already coming together in his mind.

"Sorry Ibdur, I know you'd love a good fight, but this is murder work, not battle," he said, trying to cheer up the dwarf, "I promise, next bastard I see that looks like they could make you break a sweat, they are all yours."

He turned his attention to both of his companions, "silence will be key for taking out the guards. They shout. Their friends will dig in." He took out a silver coin before he continued speaking, "I will tie a silence spell to this coin. Again, sorry, my friend, but your armor is much louder than ours and I doubt you will need Tempus's blessing to handle these layabouts. It will last about five minutes, but will nullify all sound within fifteen feet. Enough to allow us to kill the guards quietly. Once that is done, I'll toss away the coin. Ibdur, you'll need your hearing to catch anyone trying to escape us."

"Iliskra, I'm trusting you to handle the man on the far side, you move through the shadows better than Ibdur or myself," he admitted, "once the targets are down, we'll stand by for Elthel and hit the house together. Come on, we're burning time."

It was probably overkill compared to the forces they were arrayed against, but Leon was a careful man, always assuming the enemy had some hidden ace up their sleeve until they proved otherwise. It was how he survived.

Leon skulked through the shadows, muttering the prayer of silence, then tucking the coin into his boot for safekeeping until the guards could be downed. The air deadening around him was supernatural, touching on a fight or flight response from some primal early age of human history. He couldn't even say his heartbeat pounded in his ears... there was simply, nothing.

He made an effort to make sure Ibdur kept close by. True, even if he fell outside of the spell, the guards still wouldn't be likely to hear him coming since the spell would nullify the sound as it passed through the space around Leon, but better safe than sorry. He pressed himself deep into the shadows as close as he dared to the gate guards and waited.

Once Iliskra made her move or signaled him, he would dash in rapidly, letting his silence spell overtake the two guards.