Something good and bad happened to Derrick at exactly the same time, and he wasn't sure where he stood afterwards. Just before the light went out he'd spied the keys. He sat in the gloom for a little while, not willing to fumble in the dark. It was dusty in the hall, which was good. He didn't quite remember what the wolfwing smelled like, but he was sure that the only scent was dust, which meant that it didn't frequent this area. But assuming that it was the one that locked them in the cells, why did it leave the keys out?

It didn't take long for his eyes to adjust. As they did he scanned the area for suspicious shapes, noting the animal trophies, the empty weapon racks, the tattered tapestries. Had this area been some kind of garrison? He'd have to ask the others about it, his knowledge of the local area was extremely limited.

Derrick walked forward carefully, wary for threats. The lantern and plate shard did little to assure him of his chances of success should he be attacked. He gingerly took the key ring with the the same hand holding the lantern, wincing slightly as the keys clattered against the metal lantern. He turned back towards the hall, sparing a glance of his shoulder one last time, before he began walking back towards the light.
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