Upon reaching the docks, Ren let out a small sigh of relief. Being on a boat with so many highly armed (and slightly unstable) individuals made him feel a bit uncomfortable. 
Not only that, but thanks to the discussion of murdering Oliver on the spot, he did not even have time to think about his own decision properly. There were so many reasons to just leave and so few to stay. Eolas had already given them enough money to buy a small house, what could he possibly gain from this mission? More money perhaps, but Ren was nobody that sought high riches. Then again, with more money one could correct some mistakes of the past. Money meant influence as much as knowledge meant power. The latter he already had, the former he could acquire now. 

[i]A voice in the back of his had muttered: Don't fool yourself, you made your choice the moment you opened the door of that in. [/i]

Ren slid his hands into the pockets of his coat again. He realized that he had left his bag with most of his ingredients back in his room. The few things he had at his disposal right now were what he was carrying inside his coats. He closed one hand around the cold and hard glass of the vial in his pocket as two giant spiders arrived. There were few things in this world Ren disliked as much as spiders. He tried to hide his disgust and focused on the cold glass in his hand. If everything went wrong, he would just burn those things to death...or melt them. 

He shoved past the others and made his way to the Ullas and Eolas first. 
“I assume you already have this all planned out? Breaking into the probably best guarded building in this city might require at least some preparation.” He whispered to the Ventus with a weak smile while looking up to the Ulla he was about to climb onto. 

Suddenly a man approached the small group, introduced himself as Malcolm DuBeaux and proclaimed his interested in stealing the Eye of Yvazgrul.

[i]Amazing.[/i] Ren thought [i]Why force us all on a boat, if you have a fool just scream it out in the open?[/i]