Leon sat himself down next to his sister, gazing at the opulence around him with no small amount of appreciation. He liked to think of himself as somewhat deeper than some of the nobles who only concerned themselves with luxury, but he was not immune to the lure of the trappings of wealth. And it was also worth noting that someone this obviously wealthy had no shortage of adequate security.. should things turn ugly, which the black clad swashbuckler was really hoping they wouldn't.<br/><br/>"Yes," he replied to the man's opening, "we were told exactly that." He kept his tone civil but confidant. This wasn't the kind of person one wanted to let see any hint of weakness.<br/><br/>He nodded when the gentleman summoned one of his lackeys forward. Fishing into his pocket, he produced the brass token they had been handed the night before at the bar and handed it to the man standing next to him. Glancing over to Iolanda, he turned back to face their host and kept his expression as even as he could, leaning forward ever so slightly to indicate that he was waiting for the other man to continue. Something bothered him about this man, but he was their only lead at the moment.. assuming he was planning at all to cooperate and that this wasn't just some elaborate trap.