Istredd has a bad feeling about this. It happened on the night they were there -- is it because the Summoned were there to be distracting? Or was this always planned? Not good, either way. They want to keep this from being an incident, he agrees with that much. He nods firmly to Cassian.

"Agreed, we shouldn't be alone in this situation." One person doing it all would seem suspicious, perhaps, asking too many questions. "I'm good at magic, but I'm not very good at people. If you have better skills in that." Istredd has gotten decent at it, like at their welcome parties, but he lacks the natural finesse of someone used to socializing. He'll come off as more awkward or cold, distant. It's something he still struggles with.

"Let's go to the vault."

When they get there, Soraya Moran meets them there with guards. There is tension in the air. Istredd immediately seems laser-focused on something in the room and steps forward, raising a hand. "There are wards here. Powerful ones." He can see them as clearly as if they were in front of him, but that's confusing.

"Can you ask if they know anyone who might have extraordinary magical abilities?" He murmurs to Cassian, because a caliber like this, he still has to look carefully into.