Leon had settled into the room upstairs without much fuss, though there was the usual debate for two men sharing a room as to which would claim the bed save that each of them were insisting the other take the bed as they were tough enough for the floor. Leon ended up winning the debate, stating that he wished to meditate for a few hours before sleeping anyways and the dwarf finally let the matter drop, tossing Leon a large share of the covers so he could maintain his warmth. Leon reached for a small pack at his waist and began setting up small tripwires on the door and window out of habit before settling in against the wall opposite the bed. Both men went about their nightly routines in peace, though as Ibdur's breathing became more slower and deeper, Leon's mind delved into the prayers to Mask, offering yet another day's worth of lessons and secrets to the Shadow Lord.

It brought him a great measure of peace to pray once again, reviewing the events of the day and even trying to prod for some additional glimpse of this mysterious 'J' that had signed Gunalar's letter. His god offered him no further insight on the matter, but Leon simply took the absence of an answer as a sign that it was a secret he would eventually learn for himself at the correct time and place. With his prayers done for the night, he stripped off his armor and carefully spent another hour looking it over and making some repairs to the damage it had taken before draping parts of it over the blanket on his body for added insulation. Slowly, he allowed himself to drift off into sleep.

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Leon woke when Ibdur began to stir from his own slumber, the sudden change in the dwarf's breathing and slight noises from the bed disturbing the peaceful rhythm he had become used to. He stood up slowly, his joints protesting the hard wooden surface and cramped condition under which he had slept which was only made worse by the cold. He began to stretch and roll his limbs, loosening them back up and going through his morning warm ups with only a bit of protest from his body. Once he felt the stiffness fade, he put his armor back on and grabbed the rest of his gear as Ibdur was patiently waiting for him by the door. 

Finding Iliskra was easy enough since she had picked one of the tables Leon himself may have if he had been the first downstairs, and for simplicity's sake he simply copied her breakfast order and drink as he and Ibdur joined her. The crowd was lively for a morning rush which was indeed a surprise given what they had seen last night. Perhaps the tavern's protection extended so far as to make people believe themselves safe even from Shagarm's thugs while they were patrons of the establishment. 

Leon looked out into the crowd, unable to help himself form observing his surroundings for possible secret meetings or hushed conversations. When he spoke though, it was clear that he was still keeping most of his focus towards their own table. "Any suggestions for this morning? I wouldn't mind taking a look around the neighborhood to see if the city has more to offer a few new swords than a decent tavern," Leon said, stretching the word decent a bit more than normal.