Leon laughed out loud. He couldn't help it, the words were genuinely funny to him and he was already halfway to accepting that he wasn't getting out of here without some kind of torture. After all who would come to rescue them? Ibdur? The talons? One was supposedly a captive himself and the others either didn't know or didn't care about their situation.

"I'm sorry, that was unprofessional of me," Leon said as soon as he calmed down, "part of the joke is that you seem to think I'm some kind of priest because I have a fancy mask." Another pointless lie, but a maskarran would always deny their truth to an enemy even if the enemy already knew it. Secrets are to be kept, not confirmed.

"The other part of the joke is that you believe a god of thieves and trickery would tell you the truth. By all means, invoke the shadows, which would make you more of a priest than me by the way, and see what half truths a god dabbles in to their delight," Leon said, his tone even and empty of any mockery. It was a challenge, a gesture that if Jadarl honestly believed he could compel truth from a god, he should do so. 

There was a small possibility, a trickle of unease that Jadarl could be or perhaps had access to another maskarran. That was often the trouble with secretive religions. It would not be the first time maskarrans had offered their gods aid to both sides of a conflict and Mask delighted in the chaos that unfolded.

"Truth and lies are a funny thing Jadarl. There exists only two possibilities: either I am a liar, in which case you would do well to trust only what your spies have told you," Leon said, rolling his neck as though it was getting stuff, "or your spies have lied to you, in which case... What could they possibly be doing right now while you are here playing 'whos got a secret' with the unluckiest man this side of the moonsea."