Looking around the room, Marin bits her lips trying to decide. Healer Alelip has always been a fair person, not a poumpus git like the first Commander of the 7th, or like the Lieutenant that, even though he's been fair to her, and given her a chance, has a military mind and probaly still thinks her more of a hindrance than a help. Looking again at her superior she sighs and getting up, retrieves a piece of cold carbon from the heart.
"Well... there's not much to plan really" comments Marin, for a moment forgetting the hierarchy "The underground complex, if it can be called that, are only empty rooms"
Taking a moment to remember, she draws a rought sketch of the tower on the table, and then starts adding the underground rooms
"Here and here were provisions stored and here's the armory, it should have and air shift or entrance on the floor of this room, or near here. I could smell the breakfast from the top of the ladder" she says pointing the three rooms "And here is the hidden entrance. It was pretty dificult to see and Caedmon thought it would have some complex system but you only need to knock to open it. We really didn't dare to enter because we lost some time trying to open it, and we didn't know how much light we had left. But that pasage had a musty smell of a room loooong time closed"
Poking the wooden table with her finger, Marin closes her eyes trying to remember if there was anything else of importance and cames with the note. "Caedmon found an old piece of paper in the armory room I think, telling about an incoming attack on the tower. He seemed to think that it was a raid like 40 years ago that reached Oakhollow"
Falling silent again, she just waits judgement. She knows that, for a military mind she would have broken some protocol or rule, but she hopes that her superior will see past that