Theodore had surveyed the room where the four men had done battle against the four spirits... and there had been that one spirit as well, but it was different from the rest. Something told him Birbin might have had their hands in the game. The Scourge Aasimar began sliding his blade back into its scabbard as he heard footsteps approaching from the stairway. It was only friendlies that way, but he still turned to confirm, only finishing setting his blade away once he indeed confirmed the friendly faces of the hyperactive feline and her more collected scholar friend. Oddly enough, Katia seemed just as calm as Wick for once. She had shown surprising amounts of that quality as of late.

While Wick spoke, Theodore snapped shut his bolt case and placed his mask back onto his face. He finished this automatic process once she let out the final syllables and was even about to answer when Katia took the stage with her tongue. Theodore nodded at her words and turned to the three that had ran in before anyone else: "I applaud your sense of duty, but I do distinctively remember saying rushing would not be the smartest of ideas. Luckily you were not too deep when the troubles began... and equally lucky was that nobody got seriously hurt. At least we benefited some from the risk." He would not need say more. He had already spoken his mind and Katia had reminded them of it. But as had been taught to him, start with positives, fill in the negatives, end with positives.

He glanced towards the stairs, though nobody would see the curious look in his eyes through the mask. "Do you think the other two would be heading down on their own, or shall I go fetch them?" he asked, ever ready to do the legwork required. Anything to further the cause of the Kingdom of Light. Except rushing headlong to unknown territory. That was just silly.