Syrlya leans over to peer into the chamber, a little awed even if it makes total sense given the way the servants move about the Manor.

"Ah--wait." Before anyone gets too excited, he cranes his neck to peer along the pathway. "There's thorns, of course."

Because it's a rose. But not that they have a clear path...

Syrlya focuses on the ground right beside the rose, just past the thorns, and focuses his magic s second time to teleport straight across the way.