“Well now…” came a voice from nearby, “I see you and I shall be working together.”
There was a rustling of branches and leaves rising up and out from a nearby bush came Iliskra. The half-elf smirking as she reached up and peeled her hood back from her head, letting her obsidian hair fall free around her neck. Iliskra had arrived just prior to the masked man and had hidden herself away in the bramble for both whimsy and safety. Even with the brigands from before dead one could not be too careful. Of course, Scardale soldiers patrolled this main road and they were far enough from the maddened capital for any constant threat to be behind every tree and shrub. Still though… Iliskra used her knee to shove a particularly stubborn branch aside and approached Leon, her smirk still gracing her comely visage.
“Surprised I am not, what does surprise me is that you would openly place yourself as you are now. But… I suppose there is no real need for such skulking for the time. Seeing as we killed all those bandits together.”
Iliskra lightly shook her head, “Ah, pardon me. I ramble. You and I have not even been formerly introduced. Would you care to tell me about yourself while we wait for our dwarven companion? I am Iliskra; thief, spy, and something of an illusionist if I dare say so.”