Leo awaken with a start after hearing some angry feminine cry enter his room. He looked around momentarily, expecting to see smoke or an orange lime light to seep through his chamber's door, or window. But he found neither such to be the case. With a low sigh, he slowly and reluctantly crawled out of the bed. His eyes batted away the sleep that had kept him for the night. He was now standing in his room, his arms raised high in a stretched.
The cat looked to the door for a moment, “What the hell is going on out there,” he mumbled to himself, now heading to the door. He took the time to pick up his grapple hook and daggers from beside the bed, and slipped them in their place of his belt under the sash before stepping out to the main floor downstairs. Once he was downstairs, he heard everything more clearly. An elven woman apparently loosing a handful of coins. The cat thought for a moment, not even recognizing her as a victim, then again he never had bothered to look at their faces when he goes pocket diving in the streets. He always figured it would be best to avoid eye contact, show that you didn't care for their presence or if they noticed you (even though you are making sure they hadn't), like a normal civilian.
With the lack of a jogged memory, and a decent amount of rest, the cat stood there, leaning on a table with a tired indifferent look in his eyes. They did shoot to Korius for a moment after noticing his weapon, and bizarre alcohol drenched fur. And like wise, he spotted the girl he had identified as a fellow thief, and the odd and inscrutable (to his abilities, or the lack of caring) companion of hers under the cloak.