“Huh?” Leon’s choice for an entrance could not have been worse. He had slinked his way right into the estates’ parlor - which two of Gunalar’s thugs were residing in at the very moment. The pair of crooks had been sitting slouched in matching dark brown comfortable chairs that were side-by-side with a small table nestled between them - on it rested a nearly empty bottle of whiskey and a smoking pipe. The thug closer to the window had lazily turned his head, at first disregarding the movement he had seen in the corner of his eye as being his imagination or maybe a bird flying close by. When his eyes focused on Leon however he lurched upright in his chair and wobbled to a stand. “Who the Hells are-…” The man did not finish as his sharp call was cut short by a knife that came whirling from the far left through a nearby door and buried itself into the side of his skull with a sick [i]pop[/i]. The man crumbled onto the dirty rug that adorned the wooden floor. His companion by now had also staggered up from his seat and on seeing his friend fall to the floor fumbled for the mace that was propped against the offside of his seat. Elthel suddenly darted through the door to the left and set upon the other man, plunging her blade straight into his throat. With equal swiftness she delivered a sharp kick over the back of the chair that sent the man tumbling down onto his back, gurgling and spewing blood as he grasped at his neck. Iliskra stepped in after Elthel, her dagger drawn as she looked over her shoulder into the hallway behind her. Once the second man’s last agonized breaths ended and he lay dead Elthel cleaned her blade off on the back of his chair and then turned to face Leon with a vile look on her face. “Perhaps you should have allowed the one [i]who has been here[/i] to take the lead and decide who goes where.” Elthel spat. “The front door was not guarded nor trapped. These are not the sharpest of criminals we are facing.” Elthel stomped over to the first man and pulled her throwing knife free and cleaned it off as well, then slipping it back into her belt.