Marcellus' eyes shot open the moment before the first sound of soldiers at the door. For him to have noticed that late... these were, at best, very well trained. At the direction to escape through the trap door, he almost felt disappointed. His hand had gone to a dagger in his sleave, and not getting to stab anyone was a bit of a letdown. Oh well. Approaching the trap door, a flash of inspiration hit him, and he nearly grinned. Producing a very small curved knife from his boot, Marcellus etched a few runes into the frame of the trap door and, placing his hand over them, muttered in a heavy troll dialect. Rising, he turned to the raven caretaker. "After you close it,make sure not to open this door again without scratching out those runes completely. And if the next person to open it happens to be an inquisitor..." He smiled wolfishly, "...try not to be in the room when they do." Descending the ladder, he hopped into the small boat and turned to Fossil. "Whether they see my trap or not, I think I've bought us some time."