Aden's eyes narrowed as the door swung shut. This was not how this should have been handled. They should have all gone in. Maybe minus Denil. They should not have allowed this shaman, or whatever he was, to separate two of their members, one of which was unconscious. Arina was no slouch in a fight, but they had no information about this man. Yet she just waltzes right in without a word?
"Feliks, maybe grab some of your alchemical goodies. Just in case we need to go in."
The thief shook his head, and turned to Denil, rolling his eyes. "Some friend you got there, mate. Care to share how you know mister tall, dark, and spooky? And, more importantly, those two going to be safe in there?"