Syrlya shrugs. "I didn't recognize her, but she appears to be on our side. And I suppose the Ringmaster would know best the warding capabilities of the treasury?"

But if the Warden can teleport around, he's not sure he wants to risk that. They should probably just knock him unconscious with as little actual violence as possible. He sets his hand against the trunk and fiddles with his radio to mute it.

"I'm going down, my magic should be able to help. If he attempts the ladder instead, be ready." And with that, Syrlya moves to quickly slide down the ladder to the ground below. He squints a bit to adjust to the change in lighting, surveying for what everyone else down here is doing.