Lewin, letting out naught but a slightly irritated groan at the approach of soldiers, downed his hot drink without any ado and immediatelyslid down the ladder into the hidden room below. Even as he did, his mind began racing. He wasn't good at dendromancy, and didn't have the prerequisite reagents to fuse the trapdoor with the floor, thus making it invisible. Neither could he cast an effective illusion on the trapdoor to obscure it. The only thing he could viably do was command the water to bring them more swiftly to their destination, and as such, he began chanting in a whisper as the others headed into the boat. All the while, he looked like a patient man who had failed to swat a particularly annoying fly for quite some time.