Talk:Beach/Pier/@comment-25353104-20140901220849/@comment-25247881-20140904190131

Analeese took the box in her hands. It was cold to the touch. Her deft fingers toyed with it for a moment, the cogs whirring around in her head. "It's sturdy to say you found it in the middle of nowhere." She shook it and heard a slight jingle, something was rattling around in the box. The cynical part of her brain estimated that the contents were probably worthless. It was an amusing diversion nevertheless. "It'll be empty. The lock could be busted with something hard enough, a rock could do." She examined the lock and mumbled to herself. "It looks like a standard pin lock. Will this be of service?" She took a hairpin out of her hands and bent it into a crooked shape. She pushed it into the lock mechanism and took it out. "Have a go. It should open." She rested her arms at her side and watched Ambrose, he seemed too lazy and relaxed to be a son of Lyssa. "Analeese. Daughter of Nemesis." She shook his hand, giving it a good squeeze to test his strength. "American, so I'm a mongrel. Effectively."