[i]Lord of Shadows save my poor heart from the mistakes of others,[/i] Leon thought to himself as he winced at the sound of a lock hitting the floor. His ear strained, listening outside of the room as he tried his best to ignore the three as they whispered back and forth. He was almost grateful when Iliskra handed him the letters and bade him return to the other room. They could discuss at length what they found later he assumed, he just hoped this was worth all this effort.

Returning the items was the easy part and fortunately Mask saw fit to bless his servants with the power to repair damage to object of a nonmagical nature, restoring them to their previous condition. It wasn't a particularly favorite spell since his agents typically preferred to break things instead of repairing them, but it was far too useful to ignore when it came to covering one's tracks. A few minor surges of divine power and the desk looked like it had never been touched. He paused to do the same to the door to Jadarl's bedroom before carefully closing the door.

Before returning to the laboratory, Leon paused outside to listen carefully. Jadarl's seeming lack of presence made everything about him, his guards, and his servants a virtual unknown and he hated unknowns. If Jadarl had been alerted of trouble, sure he would be able to hear something by now of that trouble coming.