[i]No, you usually die to them,[/i] Leon thought, glad for the mask covering his face and hiding his irritation. Distrust he was used to, but paltry threats were just an annoyance. Still, he was not about to pick a fight with Elthel in front of everyone and there was no real harm in letting her think she had the upper hand on their relationship. And an ale and a nap sounded wonderful so the sooner they could get to this tavern, the better. 

He considered pointing out that anyone who came here would undoubtedly know something was wrong anyways... since they had killed everyone and were in the process of hiding their bodies, but if Elthel or her team screwed up that part of the operation it was of little concern to him for now. Maybe she was already thinking about moving in and disguising some of the Talons to look like the regular thugs until Shagarm or someone powerful were to come asking questions.

"Seems to me we've pretty much thrown our lot in with your side anyways," Leon commented, though he supposed if he did go running to Shagarm, he could probably take Gunalar's place in the organization and see to the eradication of the Talons. However, that wasn't the mission, and he sensed no favor from Mask towards either of the two groups. "As long as both sides benefit, I see no reason not to at least hear out any jobs you've got on offer."

And with that, Leon turned and headed for the door, walking out and over to Ibdur. "Apologies again, Arahur, but as I suspected there was little glory to be found in that place and your presence here served us well," he said, "the house has been cleared of rats, and our friends are seeing to the cleanup now. We've been given a place where we might find some rest and friendly company. Thank you for holding the exit route open for us."

Once Iliskra joined them, Leon would wait until they were a few blocks away before taking off his mask and hanging it on his waist again. A gold coin was lifted from his pouch, dancing between his fingers with the skill of a moderate street magician. "Coin for your thoughts on our friends and that little operation?," he said, looking towards Iliskra. If the note or the fact that they had indeed found the Talons were referenced, he would pull the note out of his armor and hand it to Ibdur for the dwarf to read.