Leon's boots struck the ground outside of the inn and thankfully found solid purchase through the snow. The last thing he wanted to hear was any more sneerful chiding from Elthel. With the snow blowing in so heavily it also gave them good reason to travel about with their cloaks gathered tightly and their hoods up. They were just another three unlucky citizens trying to make their way to their favorite bar or perhaps their home. The lie felt comfortable around Leon, though he had little else to say until he could get eyes on this estate they were to infiltrate.

As they walked, Leon let part of his mind fall into his divine connection, refreshing himself with power drawn from the shadows his god called home for all of his followers. Claiming to know the mind of Mask was a fool's boast, but the fact he still felt the pull of Mask's power echoing in his soul meant this mission at least amused the Lord of Shadows. As he turned his mind to the mission ahead, he tried to wrack his brain for ways to deal with the thousands of variables that could occur, but there were just too many to account for.

He followed Elthel, keeping a close enough pace that the three seemed to be traveling together but not at a rush or any more urgency than would be normal for wanting to get out of the snow. As the estate loomed ahead Leon busied himself with trying to spot Elthel's companions or any other signs of trouble.