Leo frowned to this, but he then released a sigh. “Well, at least they aren't to inclined on killing us for their goals right,” He asked. Looking back to Korius expecting an answer. He was a thief, not an assassin. A rogue still but one who does specialize greatly in direct contact. Instead, he sneaks around easily, pick pockets, pick locks, set traps, disarm and spot traps, outwit his foes, and if he really needs to fight someone, catch the jump on em. He does have some self defense training for use against another family whom his had a blood feud with, but even then he was iffy about that. He hoped for some form of reassurance. But instead of hearing Korius, he heard another voice speak up. He turned to look behind himself, and almost immediately recognized the familiar face of the woman with the bladed bow. The other man he wasn't to sure about, from his choice of weapons he could just be a squire or some other knave looking for a quick buck.
“Excuse me,” Leo said now turning his body around to look to her directly. His head now tilted into a curious gaze as he continues, “Aren't you the daughter of a black smith? I don't think armor from him will do me any good. But I might be interested in a weapon.