Leon grimaced at the state of the room. Sure, Gunalar had been a brute, and idiot, and undoubtedly a savage, but this was just... awful. And what in the Abyss was up with the women's underwear scattered on the floor? Trophies? Or perhaps Gunalar had a delicate flower side that the rest of his life seemed to be in opposition of. The more he thought about it, the more he regretted thinking about it.

Thankful for the distraction, Leon palmed the note effortlessly into his armor before Firoz could see it. "Nothing terribly deadly lurking it seems... I think I'll leave the possible treasures to the professionals," he said, glancing towards the locked chest. He walked back over to the door, leaning against the door frame to give him partial cover against anyone coming up the hallway and started to keep watch while Firoz and Iliskra did what they wished. Once he was in position, he pulled out the note and kept it low so that Firoz couldn't see it in the open.

His eyes scanned the content as quickly as he could, picking out the keywords and memorizing them for later recall. He then folded the paper back into his chest armor. There would be time later to decide if they would share it with Elthel and Zilaster. It was nice to have suspicions confirmed though, it seemed they were already dealing with Ashaba's Talons. Or at least their remains.

Whomever this 'J' was, they were undoubtedly going to be trouble, but it was trouble for another day. It might be possible to learn more about the writer if they could find a diviner in the city, but it was just as likely that either Zilaster would have some idea of who this was, or could find out. 

Leon waited for the two to be ready to leave, his shield and sword held loosely, but ready for trouble to spring up in either the form of someone coming up the stairs, or for some trap to go off from the chest.