Re: Part 11 - The road to the East
"I'll be careful not ter be cuttin' meself on any sharp edges then." Colwyn replies happily, as he takes the box from Aarnr, before finding a relatively dry boulder to work on. He sits cross-legged, wit the box in front of him, tilting it and angling it to get a closer look at the lock and hinges. "It's lookin' like a Sturm an' Sturmsson Number 5... " he mutters, "... only the key'ole's bein' a sight too bleedin' big." He scratches his head, holding the lock close to his lucky blue eye, "'arris, Boswell an' Gritch? Let's be seein' yer then. Ooooh... double drop deadbolts! A number 2 depressor, a 3-in-1 pick, an' a crowbill should be doin' the trick."
Removing a roll of cloth fromn his belt pouch, he spreads it out to reveal that it is covered with pockets, each one holding a small tool, its oiled and polished surface glinting in the sunlight.
The rogue takes three of them out, then looks up to check if he still has his audience. A number of members of the patrol are crossing the bridge to the side where his friends stand. And the commander is watching the unfolding drama like a hawk watching a particularly plump squirrel.
Colwyn frowns, and goes to work, trying to ignore the eyes burning into him from above. For a few moments he manipulates the lock, his three chosen instruments moving in perfect harmony, until... "Got yer, yer bugger!"
He glances at Aarnr and Ozzy as he returns the tools to the cloth and starts to roll it up again.
"I's been unlockin' it. Does one of yers want the 'onour of bein' first ter see what's bein' in there?"