"Do any of them have mages?" None of them are Venatori, that Araceli knows but since she'd spent so long having to recover, she's at a disadvantage when it comes to whoever is attacking them that isn't a Red Templar. They aren't mages, the clue is in the name, though the line at times feels distinctly blurred when she sees what they can do, what they've become, what lyrium is able to do to people.

Slipping the knife comfortably into her sleeve, she breathes a quiet sigh and slips back behind the rest to bring up the rear with a touch here and there since she can't risk speaking right now. Allowing the others to enter before she does, she covers her left eye with one hand so that when she heads inside she'll adjust to the gloom faster. Someone needs to be able to see. "I'm closing the door behind us," she whispers because then they'll know if anyone is coming up behind them since they'll have to open it to get in. She'll also jam one of those arrows in there, not to damage the lock on their side but to buy them some extra time.

This whole night better be worth it.