- mumbling spells and potions lists beneath her breath. At the base of the statue, she flipped her wand in the air twice before setting it aside in her holster and placing a hand down upon the cold stone. A painful rasp exited her throat in a silent hiss that remained sharp and potent as blood began to spill down onto the wet granite at her feet. Task accomplished, she stepped backwards and healed her palm as the stones of the floor rearranged themselves into a tidy little hatch that she could step down into. Though there had been no way for her to properly open the door when she had first arrived, she had found herself a workaround that she was sure Salazar had never once expected.