Mishkala approached the double doors quite hastily, lithe body swift and low to the ground. She had barely said anything to the group during the journey, mostly just giving them ambivilent looks. Now that it was actually time for some action, she wasn't going to be content with wasting the slightest second.
Her clawed arm pressed heavily against the thick doors, giving them a decent ammount of pressure, but also doing her best not to set anything off. They were locked anyway, probally barricaded from the inside.
"We should-..." She gave them a weird look for a second, glancing at their stumbling little humanoid legs, then sighing heavily. "...I'm going to see if I can get inside on the second floor, then I'll come back and see if I can unlock this from within." There was no time wasted indeed. Not leaving them the smallest space to object, the drider just went right up the side of the stonework, spindily legs hooking effortlessly into the gaps between each eroded brick. "Please try and keep the noise down, this is not one of your sloppy little human inns..."
Rapidly approaching the second story, she just sought out the closest window she'd be able to actually fit through, then gave the handles a hefty nudge.
The small window directly above the door was practically opaque with dirt, but Mishkala could at least just about make out the floor below, her blood red irises cutting through the resounding darkness clear as day. It didn't look like it was supposed to open, either, but none of the other windows ran directly into the main promonade beyond...
Slowly, carefully, she dug her unholy arm through the glass, seeking to make as little noise as possible. Several dull crunches followed by a few stray clattering fragments. Nothing too bad. Now, the window itself, which Mishkala had to painfully twist her way through in order to get all of her legs inside, along with that momentous ass...
It was pure silence within. Furniture was huriedly stacked up against the doorway, but all signs of a struggle were long since gone. Now, all that remained was the small dunes of dust piling in the corners, and enough cobwebs knited around that the gloomy alcoves that it looked more than a little like a hanging fog.
Wasting no time, Mishkala just began to haul the furniture out of the way, one eye perminantly remaining on the supposedly empty doorway behind her.
Nothing game. Three or four minutes later, she briskly opened the door and ushered the others inside.
"Well, you three look like you're having fun..."