1- A delicate matter

Someone with enough power to mane or kill yall but does not want the White Council or any courts to come looking for him. I just need a little time to gather my stuff and go away; as you can see I am nearly desperate don't make any foolish move if you want to see your friend alive.

Just sit quiet for an hour and the door will open by itself. Do we have an agreement ?

Tell you what, you let Mycroft go right now, and I will wait for sundown to report this encounter.

He is male. He is fast. He is supernatural. He is desperate and on the run. This means that he is not a part of any of the major factions. He is not wild fay, as he is also concerned with the White Council.
A rouge wizard? Not that that speed. Gwen is tallying up the information she has gathered so fare

Sorry I do not have anymore confidence in you that you have in me. Just stay put an hour I am not asking for much.

At any rate, why did you come to bother me ?

We didn't seek you out. We were just pointed to this address. I need proof that Mycroft is okay if I'm going to stay put out here. She looks around, to see if there are any normals around - apart from Eric. She has an idear for a spell - complex as hell, but within her element. She wants to grab a pocket of exhalation air from each of the creatures inside that room, and funnel that pocket to her nose. Mycroft tea-drinker would be one if he is alive, and then the speaker. If there is anyone else, she would get a pocket from them as well.
She takes out a piece of chalk and draws her circle

"I'm fine, Gwen, thanks for asking", Mycroft's voice comes from the inside."Tied up, true, but this gentleman has not hurt me... yet"