Wishing privately for the upteenth time that he might one day remember to procure a crossbow while in one of these nearby infernal townships, Jinx silently natters to himself while restowing his spellbook in his pack and rousting the drowsing Bauble from his spot at the gnome's feet. "Just get in the basket already, you beast! Shoo! In!!" Jinx herds the white cat into its riding basket, careful not to get too close to Bauble, lest the familiar decide to bite or scratch.
Standing erect and tugging as his rumpled clothing to straighten it, Jinx harumphs. "Got no password, lest one of you lot came up with something while the priest there was working on Merrick. Not sure how far we'd get going straight back down to the troll we set on fire, but I'm game. 'Course, backtrackin' a bit and investigating some of the passageways we passed might take more time than we're prepared ter spend. Just lookit the size of this altar area up here." The gnome motions to the sanctuary. "This place's probably an endless warren of evil, no telling how long it might take to fully 'vestigate all of it. And there's Jebediah waiting, too. Don't know how long he kin hold out." The gnome falls silent at this last.