[Giving a lilting chuckle, Hythlodaeus lifts the lantern into the air a bit more and steps closer to Faramir. Their close proximity should afford the man a better look through the ring of keys, as well as a clear view of the padlock. Hythlodaeus cocks his head to glance behind them, his dirt-caked braid falling back over his shoulder from the angle.]

To think we may be bested by such an archaic contrivance!

[His tone is a strange mix of annoyance and amusement. The rudimentary items and tools in this foreign land would be charming if they weren't such a hindrance. If only he were able to call upon his magick in this place, however limited it may be, he would at least be able to open this lock. Instead he must put his faith in Faramir's nimble fingers, which, to his credit, have not failed them yet.]

If anything, I may be used as live bait, should the need arise.

[Just stop talking.]