Jadarl sneered under his hood. 
“I had expected a cleric of Mask to be far better at hastily forming lies.”
Iliskra gulped slightly as their captor leaned back into his seat, his arms now against the rests of the chair. “You arrived in the city very recently, within the last few days. And in the past few days an associate of mine and his men have gone missing and my estate was raided.”

Jadarl paused looking between the two. In reality he knew there was no point in trying to gauge any reaction from his two prisoners, his eyes seemed to betray that. It seemed to Iliksra that he was trying to coerce a confession from she and Leon. This sent a tingle up her spine as Jadarl would not try such a tactic unless he was confident in what he knew. “An associate”, he had said. Iliksra knew without a doubt he was referring to the half-orc, Gunalar.

[i]How exactly does he know that we have been here for just a few days?[/i] Iliskra thought to herself. She doubted there was a traitor among the mercenaries that Lord Halston had hired else there would already be a small army sent out into the wilderness in search of Breck’s encampment. Something that would not go unnoticed by any of the other “competing powers” in the area. Was it that Elthel had betrayed them all? She had after all disappeared amid the intrusion into Jadarl’s mansion. 

“You see, I have an inkling as to who has employed you. But I also cannot help but wonder what other allegiances you may have. Something that has not yet been considered by me that you might divulge. But… perhaps your god, Mask, will see fit to share what you will not.” Jadarl made piercing eye contact with Leon as he said these finals words.