Theo kept to the alleys as he lead Arran through the city. Constantly twisting through various tight confines and over objects that he couldn't quite make out. If it weren't for the heat vision showing him where to go he would've stumbled and fallen a lot. When it came time to cross lit streets the thief glanced out and waited for it to be clear before motioning for them to go across.<br/><br/>All told the trip could've taken five minutes had they been going quickly, instead it was nearly half an hour later when Theo pulled open the doors leading to a cellar. He vanished into the darkness, taking the stairs multiple at a time as he went down.<br/><br/>"Don't step on the third, sixth, or eighth steps when you come down." The cheerful voice called from the bottom at the same time as a light was lit, giving just enough illumination for Arran to get down safely.<br/><br/>The basement was much like his master's lab had been with junk scattered everywhere. Though in this case there were more bits of metal, scattered garments, and fewer books. It was illuminated by a single candle and once he removed his hood Arran finally got a good look at Theo.<br/><br/>The boy was fairly handsome, long black hair and a bit of stubble around a tanned face. His nose had been broken sometime in the past and hadn't healed very well. "Make yourself at home bud. I've gotta get this stuff figured out before we do anything else."<br/><br/>He shoved a bunch of clothes off of a table and dumped his sack out on it. The boy quickly started sorting his bits into various piles that made very little sense at casual observation. There was clothing mixed in with jewelry and other jewelry with the daggers. The only constant was that everything written was shoved off to one side.