Leon woke silently on the bed, his body still as his mind registered the sounds that had woken him. He needn't have bothered being so subtle, since the noise at the door had also woken Ibdur, and the dwarf had responded with all the subtlety of a cat who's tail had been stepped on in the night. He rose from the bed steadily as Ibdur reached for his axes, though a look from Leon made him second guess using them on the door and possibly the person beyond. 

Leon checked his gear out of habit leaving most of his armor off since it would take the most time and instead buckling his weapons and mask into place around his waist. He checked his remaining potions, reminding himself to acquire another healing potion when he got an opportunity. Mask's blessing might salve wounds, but they would have no effect if he was too far gone to channel the blessing in the first place. He hadn't even managed to put on a shirt before Elthel came barging into the room, nearly knocking aside Ibdur in a manner that Leon was surprised did not earn her an axe to something vital.

"Please, do come in," Leon said, unable to help a bit of sarcasm. He made no move to further dress himself. Armor would not mean much in a room full of murderers and he was not going to cede the initiative of the conversation for the sake of modesty. His body was no more of a secret than the rest of his equipment anyways. He looked past Elthel to Iliskra, as though confirming that she was okay. Not that he had any reason to suspect otherwise, but there was no harm in checking. He made sure to keep Ibdur in his peripheral though, after all this would be the perfect moment to assassinate the one person it seemed that the Talons leader relied on.

"You promised us some more work," Leon added after any retort that Elthel might offer, "what's the job? Or is this more of a 'your services are no longer required' then you stab me kind of thing?"