With a vague gesture, Merrick smirked. Red eyes looking into Catherine's he pointed to an exit that led straight into the Colosseum itself. The Templars would be watching the typical exits. Getting out would, ironically, be easier right under their noses- for the Goblin, at the very least.
Merrick stood from his crouched position, the dust and map disappearing into nothingness. He nodded toward the tunnel to invite her to follow as he quietly made his way through the tunnels. Every few minutes Issac's cries could be heard until they finally faded back into whimpers, the Templars done for the time being.