Leon nodded, carefully stepping along the ground, testing the strength of the floorboards with each step. It was unlikely that any of Gunalar's minions would come running at the sound of a creaking floorboard in such a dilapidated building, but he still preferred to be careful. As he reached the first door, he stopped and stilled his breathing, closing his eyes to focus on the sounds around him. As expected Iliskra quickly faded from his senses, and while he could hear the occasional rat scratching away inside of the walls he could hear nothing larger for the moment. 

Slowly, he reached out and touched the door handle, the lock broken long ago likely by looters or one of the thugs. Pushing it open carefully, he eyed the room only to see an empty bedroom, likely originally belonging to one of the children of the owners before the house fell into disrepair. The bed was in reasonable condition, but also looked used, probably one of the more comfortable places to catch a nap in between whatever it is that Gunalar and his minions did. A broken window let in a chill draft, stirring the dust in a way Leon might have found spooky as a child. 

As tempting as it was to search for any secrets that might have been missed by Gunalar, the job came first and there were clearly no targets inside of this room. Leon carefully pulled the door closed, but with the broken lock it was not going to latch. The maskarran glanced down the hallway towards the main double doors, wondering if perhaps that would be the master bedroom. If Gunalar was into maintaining appearances, he would have claimed that room as his own to show ownership over the hideout, but Leon doubted he was the type to walk up four flights of stairs every time he wanted to take a nap.

A check of the second room revealed much the same as the first, though the bed was missing. Perhaps it had been dragged downstairs or broken up and sold for scrap. Aside from dust and rodents, the room held nothing of interest to the Maskarran. Looking back for Iliskra, Leon began to advance on the double doors, waiting for her to join him or for the sounds of trouble to reach his ears.