[Hythlodaeus is not so callous as to wear a happy expression while he hears of his friend's loss. His brow draws up a little in sympathy, even if Faramir does not want any, and the corners of his mouth fall.]

My deepest and most sincere condolences, friend. May their souls ever enjoy a peaceful rest at the heart of the star.

[A moment of silence. To continue speaking of other subjects so soon seems impolite, but he can't put it off forever. Hythlodaeus takes one of his long sleeves and wipes the condensation from the glass of the lantern so the light can remain unhindered.]

It certainly is a puzzle, and we do not yet have all the pieces... Hopefully whatever lies beyond the border of this place can afford us some more insight. Ah, speaking of which.

[The light catches on wrought iron bars - the giant, locked gate built to keep outsiders out. Or, in their case, insiders in. Hythlodaeus scrutinizes it in the dark for wherever a place may be to fit any of the keys they had picked up.]

There!

[Wrapped numerous times around the bars was a giant, heavy-duty chain keeping both doors of the gate together. A comically large, rusted padlock was affixed to it, ensuring that it would not be unwound.]

If you would be so kind, I will light your way. Perhaps sooner than later, I suggest. My eyes may not be up to their usual standard, but my ears seem to perceive heavy footfall in the distance.