Leon had always hated loud noises. It was the opposite of the silence that he had been trained in for so many years. Rooms so quiet that if you stressed yourself out you could hear your own heartbeat hammering in your ears and had to train yourself to move silently through such spaces. The piercing shriek of the stone hit him like a knife in his ear and he almost called upon Mask's power just to destroy it. He knew it was too late though. It was now time to escape with their loot and their lives.

Willory and Firoz both ran to the window, crashing through the frame and glass and landing hard on the balcony below. Iliskra needed no further prompting, Leon hot on her heels and he tucked his sword and shield away and put his mask on, an illusory red robe covering his clothes now. If the guards saw anything, maybe they might blame the theft on the Red Wizards or some wannabe imitator. He muttered a prayer to his god as he vaulted onto the balcony below, his hand slapping against the remaining frame of the window and causing Mask's shadows to thickly envelop the entire space. The orb of darkness stuck out nearly ten feet past the window, so even if the guards managed to find it in the dark, they still would not be able to see the thieves slipping away in the night.

The run was still stressful, Leon expecting at almost any moment to feel the strike of a crossbow bolt or hells forbid... a magical spell on the shield on his back. He tried to stay close to Iliskra in case he needed to shield his compatriot but she was swifter by far and they both knew there would be no blame if she escaped on her own.

Mask it seemed still had games for his priest to play though, as all four of them dropped down to the cobblestone pathways and disappeared into the remaining mists without incident. They remained together for a few blocks, then split up as both pairs went to their seperate destinations.