The far door on the right opened and suddenly Firoz emerged, a bloody dagger in his right hand. At first he tensed up on seeing another person in the hallway, though he quickly relaxed on seeing it was the masked Leon.

“Where is your companion?” Firoz asked as he gently closed the door behind him.

Firoz’s question was answered by the door between he and Leon swinging open and Iliskra stepped out rather boldly, her blade likewise bloodied. Using her right foot the half-elf pushed the door shut behind her, cleaning her blade off on the doorframe.

“I killed one that was asleep. What of you two?” Firoz asked, sheathing his dagger.

“As did I,” Iliskra said, “there was nothing of value in this one’s room though save for a few pairs of boots that most likely would not even be worth the effort of peddling.”

“Ah,” Firoz nodded, “the same. Well… there was [i]this[/i].” The Turmish man dangled a small bulging coin purse in the air before slipping it into his belt.

“I take it this must be Gunalar’s room.” Iliskra nodded towards the double door, approaching it with Leon and keeping her own dagger handy.. “Leon, did you find anything or anyone across the hall?”