Though perhaps Rhuardh's singing normally did have some element of magic to it, in the caverns that day the only magic it had was the everyday sort that good music had, despite what Darius might have thought, and the thought that he could not channel magic through the music was troubling. However, his skill was such that it was enough. He wanted his mother's ivory flute, his most precious possession, as it was his only memento of her, but that couldn't be helped.<br/><br/>"Pleased to meet you all," he said with a bow. He smiled kindly at Tenthra, who seemed to be the most frightened of the strange circumstances they were in, and began to look around the room. His sharp eyes noticed a gleam at the bottom of the pool, and he offhandedly mentioned: "If you're going for a swim in there, it looks like there's something at the bottom. Can any of you see it too? It's a small silver-like thing, a bit red, I can barely make it out in this light but it's definitely down there." He would jump in for it himself but would wait to see if anyone else would try. The cold pool would probably not do his frail constitution much good.<br/><br/>He looked up as Tenthra returned to the central cavern with a large, locked chest. "Let's have a look at that then..." He did have some small skill in picking locks as an itinerant bard occasionally needed to resort to minor thievery. His skill was fairly modest, but he had to try. He broke off one of the rat's ribs just as Asher was dressing the carcass, and after washing off the remaining blood and gristle from it in the pool he tried to use it as a makeshift lock-pick. If it were a simple lock he might be successful, but if it were more complex it would probably defeat his skills.