After a moment, where Krem cracks the humble house's other chair so he has a moment to consider things, he nods thoughtfully. "Not a risk I'm keen on taking." He's not all that keen on walking back to the Viscount and telling him that not only had they probably found exactly what he didn't want, but that he should definitely be funding someone who can actually deal with it to go there next.

The Chargers can certainly deal with it right now, but it'd be stupid to go in with a hammer when a scalpel would more effective.

And less likely to do even more damage to the already woefully thin veil in these parts.

He gathers all the scrap wood and shoulders open the door, setting them into some semblance of a pyre so she can put the bones in. "I suppose we'll be ready to go after this, then. Unless there was anything you needed to do?"