Leon watched Ibdur as he groaned and sat down on the bed, grumbling about his glorious assignment of... making sure the bed didn't run off more or less. He wondered how much further they could push the man before something began to snap. The tempuran had already made one comment about switching sides... how long before the thrill of battle outweighed whatever loyalty or duty he felt to Leon and Iliskra. In the end there were really only two options: Murder him now, or trust him for however long this assignment took. Leon chose the latter, though it was concerning how much of a coin flip it was in the moment.
"I'm not seeing much a choice," Leon said, standing up and reaching for his gear, "employer wants us to slip inside. We slip inside. Though I would feel better about it if our companion here had a role to play in the mission." Leon purposefully did not use Elthel's name, preferring to keep the stark reminder that this was just business for both of them so far.
"Get in, raid for information, capture the target if plausible. Though considering the target is almost certainly an arcanist of some power they are better avoided or killed very quickly and quietly," Leon added with a shrug, "I'd rather know things like how many guards there are, how many exits, and what their routines are, but we can't have everything in life. Let's go have ourselves a chat with the rest of your companions."
Leon began putting on his gear, ensuring each item was in place and ready for the stress of combat. "Oh, and if we don't return, avenge our deaths, would you please Ibdur," Leon said with a grin.