They were finding things at least, and Owl was happy to see none were very violent. He smiled at the one singing. It took a brave soul to sing in the midst of danger. Finally after finding a small fist sized rock, he managed to break the padlock and pull it free of the latch.<br/><br/>He examined the lid carefully before raising it up to peer inside. He could detect no traps. When the light hit the interior of the metal box his eyes lit up. Inside were lockpicking tools and files. They looked to be in good shape.<br/><br/>There was also needles and some thread. A heavy duty shears that looked like it could cut thin metal, and a spool of copper wire. "This is a good find. I will only take a few of the picks. There are dozens in here." He spoke quietly and took the box over to where the Bard was trying to open another box.<br/><br/>------------<br/><br/>The water in the pool had not killed anyone yet, so it was probably safe. Though they might wish to fill their jugs before anyone bathed in it. Icy cold and refreshing, it was constantly renewing itself with the trickle from above. But where was it going? The pool was not overflowing. There had to be an outlet somewhere below.