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Selis tapped the side of the rusted lock with the back of her dagger, squinting in the dim light of her dying torch. It wasn't exactly a state-of-the-art security system—if state-of-the-art meant something that didn't smell like ancient mold—but it was definitely beyond the lockpicking skills she had picked up from her last attempt to break into the armory back at HQ.
"Right," she muttered. "No key. No spell. No small explosion. What's left? Sheer desperation?"
She examined the hinges, then the crusted-over runes carved into the metal. Maybe she could brute-force it? Throw her shoulder into the door until it either broke open or dislocated her entire skeleton?
Tempting.
Instead, Selis leaned closer, brushing a patch of grime off the engraved crest.
"I hereby declare this door… extremely rude."
She sighed again, louder this time, and flopped to the floor in front of the door with all the elegance of a soggy rag doll.
