Arkisz observed the magical energies his spell allowed him to detect, stowing the information for now, as nothing seemed outstandingly worrisome - the spell would remain active until he chose to stop focusing on it. The fading abjuration magic he sensed did, however, pique his interest, as it had a hint of.. unfamiliarity to it. Even so, it did not seem to help the two who were now lying at their feet.

He waited for a moment in which there was no speaking before relaying the information in short. He then split his attention between keeping tabs on the sounds inside - being a tad distracted at the calmness within - and his teammates making a plan of entry. His eyes remained on the door, straying up to the window every few seconds to make sure nothing happened to surprise them.

His eyes didn't leave the door as he spoke. "Seeing as they seem.. unperturbed by our presence-" He began, nodding towards the unworried sounds that passed faintly through the closed port, "-I am not sure how effective goading them would be." Arkisz paused, listening again for any irregular commotion, before he continued in his typical calm tone. "However, the door and the window do not seem to be directly magically trapped. So an engagement on our part does not seem unwise."

It was after a short pause when he finished that a strange, metallic pack of sorts that rested upon the Vedalken's back began to shift. Long, spindly spires of metal shifted and extended downwards before other parts unfolded and came to meet them - several metal plates converging and latching together as they mirrored the movements of another such collection of pieces, both of which ultimately formed a sturdy, metallic limb of sorts. This happened several times over even as a larger clump of odd circuitry and metal bits that rested more closely to his middle-back shifted and formed whatever it was they were designed to. Conclusively these mechanisms served to transform the large, odd-looking metallic satchel that rested on Arkisz's back into a surprisingly sizable, complicated-looking metallic creature which crawled off of the Artificer and planted its limbs onto the ground next to him, its several small hand-like limbs twiddling underneath it as it observed its surroundings. This was his Steel Defender.

"I would prefer to take the door, if possible."

It seemed the group was decided - half of them would go through the window, and the other half through the door. Arkisz readied himself next to Jørmund as the Earth Genasi made to ram the door as the others levitated to the window above them. There was a dull, sudden thudding sound as Jørmund crashed into the door, which seemed sturdy despite what one could only imagine was years of misuse in this secluded clearing. Arkisz watched as the higher-up infil team began to crawl through their own portal with ease. He was quick to aid at the call for assistance. He moved past Jørmund and let his hand briefly brush over the old wood and the aging lock as he let it drop to the handle. It turned. Arkisz afforded a somewhat sheepish-looking glance back at his companion in second-hand embarrassment from the attempt to bash it down a moment before. His eyes glanced over to Plasm, making sure they were paying attention, before he turned back to the door and finished the knob's rotation, throwing the door open suddenly.

The scene laid out before them, multiple cultists with swords drawn backed by a couple of similarly-robed elves, and with one individual already splayed out on the floor beneath Flicker. Arkisz nodded and stepped into the room itself, his eyes focusing on the group of foes in front of him. He paid particular care to watch the elves and their hands - people known for their magic could be rather dangerous.

Arkisz swept his blade through the air, gesturing it towards the group as a whole before he spoke.
"Surrender yourselves and you will leave here unwounded." He said simply. "If you resist I cannot guarantee the safety of your lives or...Nanna May's."
His voice was as it always was - informative and smooth. There was only but a hint of authority behind it, but it did not waver or quake like someone who was unfamiliar to combat or confrontation. His gaze in turn kept its cool and perceptive visage as he looked over the flock of cultists who seemed to be held together by the courage granted them by the elves at the back.

He could only assume Nanna May was the leader of this cultish-looking group of bandits - perhaps they were one of the elves at the back. He was hopeful that his command would be heeded and they could avoid a lot of bloodshed, but the familiar grip on his sword told more than words that he was ready to fight if he needed to. He stood his ground about ten or so feet away from the closest of them, holding his blade at the ready as his Steel Defender poised next to him, equally ready as its steel limbs tnk tnk tnk'd against the floor as it shifted its weight around as it stood.