Merrin hasn't even been here a month, just like all the others in their group, and already she's tired of all the deception, politics, and petty treachery of this place. She wants the truth, and this seems like the most direct way to get it.

So she nods her head to indicate she's ready and then soundlessly slips in through the opened side door, setting the block of wood aside and closing the door behind her. There's no one inside, the room empty and quiet. As she passes by Moran, she inclines her head towards him in wordless thanks for the assist.

She has spells for invisibility, silence, and teleportation, ones she'd offered to everyone in their little infiltration group. They take a little bit of effort to cast and maintain, so she doesn't apply any magick to herself just yet, but still—they're going to need all the help they can get, magickal or otherwise.