Leon knew better than to question that look on Iliskra's face. If she had reason to believe it was time to burn everything and go. He would burn everything and go. He walked calmly over to the window and opened it up, casting the ring out into the night air and aiming for an alleyway. Maybe some careless thug would pick it up and lead someone on a merry chase. He unslung his bandolier of potions, not trusting himself to remember which ones came from Jadarl and which ones he had brought along himself.

"It means we've been fucked," Leon said, casting the potions in the opposite direction and aiming for a rooftop. 

"Think about it Ibdur, if you knew skulkers and thieves were after you. You knew the time and the night they would break into your home... well, you might not personally do this since you'd probably fight them, but try to imagine what a coward would do. A coward with tracking magic. Why not put up just enough of a fight to make them think they were having a lucky streak, leave out a valuable or two... and place tracking magic on it."

What Leon didn't understand was Elthel's role in all this. Could the Talons be trying to strike a deal with Shagarm by handing over a trio of nobodies? There were easier ways to get the three of them killed... And if Elthel was acting on her own, why had she been so firm about killing the half-orc and keeping her leader alive. Surely Jadarl if not Shagarm would insist on the Talon's leaders execution. Was Elthel just using them as a disposable warning against Shagarm? Threaten one of his lieutenants by getting agents into his very bedroom and then sell them out for peace?

"Get your gear and get ready for a fight, if I were Jadarl I'd have men around the building already, and someone strong enough to handle three strangers handy with knives and divine magic," Leon muttered, sliding his mask onto his face and muttering a prayer to Mask. His shield was strapped across his back, but he walked to the door with his sword bared. His shadow warped and climbed up from the floor, wrapping him in it's embrace as a kind of second armor as he called on his faith to shield him from the enemy.

Leon opened the door and stepped into the hallway, immediately moving for Iliskra's door in a smooth motion. He raised his hand to knock when the hairs on the back of his neck stood up. Death was casting it's own shadow over him, and his God had sent a warning a moment too late.

Pain blossomed in the back of his head a moment before the shadows took him into their embrace.