"The phrase is an old one, the mark of a Kyton raider-lord that supposedly the Commisar had put down, though I'm not 100% sure of his demise. We should be on guard here. Down the way is an item emanating a necromantic aura, guarded by some sort of alarm abjuration triggered off of a non-lycan approaching. So, if we can somehow put down the aura without triggering it, our work might be made much simpler. In addition, I believe an observer has sent a warning down the hallway. Be on guard, now.
"If it is our desired object... well, I would recommend normally that we take our time so that we leave a minimum amount of time to be hunted by the competition, but it would not be wise here, so if we could somehow transport it...."
As he senses the transmutation spell go off, keeping his concentration up, he calls out in undercommon not too loudly, but still with a commanding force, "To those of you who would be masters of this place, recognize your ally from the House of Black and White, and seek your rewards for assisting your humble ally once again!"