Ayron glared at Kharrn, [i]This wouldn't happen in the military,[/i] Then he mused, [i]Why in Oblivion did I think that? I'm nowhere close to being in the army, I'm only prepared for the slave labor.[/i] Shaking off the stray thought in his head he agreed, hoping to avoid conflicts
 

"Kharmam, I don't know too much magic, I never had any talent. However I used to be decent at picking locks, but last time I tried to pick these the pick melted. Besides who even has one?" This mixture of a tense atmosphere and shackled wrists left Ayron a bit down. Quickly he began to think to crumbling Telvanni Tower, he had heard that a large amount of magic was involved in them. [i] So whatever destroyed the tower must have been a huge dispel spell. Which means that the manacles are no better than bow underwater. But who has a lock pick or, an even better possibility, a hair pin?[/i]

He cleared his throat, "Does anybody have a hair pin or something like a lock pick? I spent too long fumbling around with trapped cursed chests to be outwitted by a pair of shackles."