The building left him with a positive impression. It was rational. Whoever had picked it as their headquarters, Leo agreed with their choice. It was large enough to comfortably house a triad, but not large enough to require much in the way of additional stuff. There had been a cover business here, of course... "consulting." Leo would need to start a new business here; his 'odd jobs' had just become too dangerous. He could not just show himself all over the city at every hour of day and night anymore. Every public appearance was a liability now.
Problem was, he had no idea what to do. In fact, this was exactly why he needed to form a new triad. He himself was an incredible engine, but he was so square in his thinking that someone else would have to come up with the wheels. He supposed he could support himself with the Mizas in the chest for a little while. Then what? He needed to fill the Circle, fast. All he could do was fire ceramics in a kiln and paint it afterwards. Frankly, he'd rather starve than go back to those days.
He read and re-read the letter. This one had been here quite a few years. Lina had disappeared seven years prior, in 502. Alvias must have returned to Syliras soon afterwards, Leo reasoned, and left again searching for... whatever. Perhaps he had been here in 503, 505, 507 and finally 509, sending another (who had turned out to be Kaja) on his behalf. Except something had happened somewhere down the line, and he had learned about his son. If Leo's trail was correct, Alvias had gotten word about his existence between 507 and 509. Had he met Lina somewhere... or was there another reason? But in that case, why not tell him she was alive? Ironically, what made Alvias' actions so hard to interpret was that he resembled Leo in some respects, but Leo did not know to what extent.
He pocketed the letter and deed, judging them to be too important to leave lying around. This left the books - a Reimancy one, how nice. That made up for all the birthday presents Alvias had missed. A book on 'webbing'... come to think of it, he had felt like there was some kind of barrier upon entering the house. A useful read for all those cold winter nights. And the Azenth history.
Leo sat on the floor and began to read that one immediately.