You look through the pothole and observe an extraordinarily large room. Too large, in fact to fit on this tower. The work of magic, you presume.

Most walls of the room are covered with bookshelves, all quite filled. Not all shelves are filled with tomes, you notice as the sparkle of bright coloured liquids attract your attention. A large bed is pushed against the wall at one end of the room, and you decide that this is probably the place that Merlin spends most of his time at. Right now, he is crouched over his table, scribing some scrolls, candlelight providing the only illumination.

Now you feel like...

asking for entrance
breaking the door down
returning to the throne room area