[center][h3][color=3c9b01]Rearden Keane[/color][/h3][/center]
Rearden smiled broadly at the little sprout extending the key to her. [color=3c9b01]"A favor gets a favor, huh?"[/color] She knelt down and gave the plant a respectful bow of her head--only to grunt in surprise as the key bounced off her helmet. She started, then fixed the plant with a mild look. [color=3c9b01]"Insistent, aren't we?"[/color] She bent down to grab the it, then stopped. At her touch, the black iron started giving off a soft light; she wasn't sure what kind of magic was at play, but after only a moment's hesitation she went ahead and grabbed the it anyway. 

Looking up, it didn't take her long to notice that the lock she had just been fruitlessly poking at was also glowing. Rearden didn't consider herself a towering genius, but this one didn't exactly take an archmage to figure out.

Kneeling in front of the open chest, she sorted through its contents. Three scrolls--put those to the side for now, to check if she or any of her companions could read them. An extremely well-made... marionette? She had to admit it fit with the rest of the house's contents, though it was in rather better condition. And finally...

[color=3c9b01]"Huh. Who is 'Isolde'?"[/color]