Leaned against the trunk of a tree, obscured by foliage and shade, Leon watches the forest path for ill-fated travelers. Hopefully one who looks like they’ve got enough gold to make stealing from them worthwhile. You walk along like you’ve not got a care in the world. He hears the clinking of metal coin in your pack. Once you’ve passed his vantage point, Leon slides up behind you, his blade to your throat. “Shhh. Not a sound.” He whispers. “Not if you want to keep that darling neck of yours.”