Ermon ruminates for a while, his gaze sweeping around the room and somehow getting drawn to the cupboard stoked with tea. Searching for something familiar, he realizes. The memory of the house full of terrible sticky perversion of magic that he doesn't ever want to come near again. Fear for Ariadne's life.
Perhaps it might be healthy to take a bit more sane of a task...
Yeah, right, like that ever happens...
"I'll be blunt: going into something like this alone is more insanity than I can handle. But if you can come up with a partner or two while you're busy, I'll go".