"...Um. Hm. Yeah, I'm not getting involved in this mess."

Tiral took a single glance at how everything was playing out and decided that regardless of what was happening right now, the situation seemed to... Not be putting the Captain at risk, at least. Though he could've tried to jump in a few moments earlier to help peel that demonic set of armor off, with the situation as strange as it already was, he had decided that adding himself into the equation might've only caused everyone to fumble about a bit more.

So instead, he sat by the frozen body of what was [i]probably[/i] the only living conspirator left, if that person with their skull bashed in was anything to go by, and watched as the rest of the Roses frantically (and somewhat dramatically) tried to handle that problem. To be fair, everything seemed surreal to the point where he could probably rewrite everything that had just occurred and spin it as a comedy. With all the insanity and... Somewhat-random nudity, it would probably pass off for a comedy. Either that, or a really weird fever dream.

When he saw the naked-Sult mandhandle the Captain, though, Tiral's eyes widened in shock, his mouth now drawn into a frown. Regardless of what had to be done, there was only so far a person could go when disrespecting those with higher authority.

That line, it seemed, had been crossed.

But before he could make any action of his own, the other Sult had decided to jump in and take matters into her own hands.
...
Well, that was fine, too. But that sort of personality... It was certainly one he would prefer not having to deal with in the future.

With that matter handled, the Captain's orders to move back to the surface were incredibly welcome. The dark, damp, and cold atmosphere of the crypt was starting to mess with his nerves, and though the last of the three traits was mostly his fault to begin with, if everything was resolved, then they could leave this godforsaken place sooner.

"Understood, Captain," Tiral responded, rising to his feet and flicking his hand upwards to drag the unconscious body along with him.
...
[i]"This is going to be really inconvenient, dragging this bastard up the stairs..."[/i]

With a few moments of through, Tiral snapped his fingers as an idea came to his head. He could just drag the body back overhead with magic ice, right? Without another fight to have to deal with, his magic reserves were topped off well enough for that.

And so he did. With a quick chant, Tiral caused a giant claw made of ice to stretch down from the ceiling, which then proceeded to pick up the bound body of the man before retracting a bit and moving towards the stairwell.

"They should have some spare clothes near where we left our mounts earlier. She'll be fine until then," he said, glaring at the naked not-Sult for a moment before standing near the stairwell for the others.

"...Actually, demons are too dangerous to leave unbound. You're about as exempt from this as he is," Tiral mentioned offhandedly, motioning towards the man already being carried before another claw of ice descended from the ceiling to pick up the imp from its current location. Once in its grasp, the claw moved along the ceiling to a brick right behind the claw that was already active, at which point it stopped for the moment.

"Well. Shall we leave this accursed place?"