23.Sep.13, 11:18 AM
Trel chuckled, amused at the man's feigned innocence. He'd tried that often enough himself, though it rarely worked to get him out of trouble. "The night is still young."
"Huh?" He gave the man a confused look. What was he going on about? Trel was beginning to think the older man was just a bit crazy. After a few confused and worried moments things finally clicked. "Oh yeah right. I must have dropped it on the way here." He agreed, smiling widely. "Humidity does it I think. Especially with doors that don't get used all that often." He was eager to point out.
Trelanvor winced as Z'jan gave him a friendly squeeze. He was a rider, but not exactly the sort Trel imagined most to be like. He seemed more likely to help than turn him in. "What knots?" He winked, happy enough to follow the rider's lead.
He watched as Z'jan leaned his shoulder into the door without success. "Hmm that does seem like the most helpful thing to do." He agreed as he slipped a hand into his pocket. "Oh I forgot I even had these." He pulled his make shift picks out of his pocket, bouncing them in his open palm.
With a quick grin he knelt down before the door and began working at the lock. "Soooo how long have you been a rider?" He asked, gaze focused on the lock as he adjusted one of the picks.
"Huh?" He gave the man a confused look. What was he going on about? Trel was beginning to think the older man was just a bit crazy. After a few confused and worried moments things finally clicked. "Oh yeah right. I must have dropped it on the way here." He agreed, smiling widely. "Humidity does it I think. Especially with doors that don't get used all that often." He was eager to point out.
Trelanvor winced as Z'jan gave him a friendly squeeze. He was a rider, but not exactly the sort Trel imagined most to be like. He seemed more likely to help than turn him in. "What knots?" He winked, happy enough to follow the rider's lead.
He watched as Z'jan leaned his shoulder into the door without success. "Hmm that does seem like the most helpful thing to do." He agreed as he slipped a hand into his pocket. "Oh I forgot I even had these." He pulled his make shift picks out of his pocket, bouncing them in his open palm.
With a quick grin he knelt down before the door and began working at the lock. "Soooo how long have you been a rider?" He asked, gaze focused on the lock as he adjusted one of the picks.