[Archaic? Faramir arches a brow in mild curiosity at the choice of words. This is not a particularly new nor complex kind of lock, certainly - but archaic it is not. Old, certainly, to judge from the rust and the settled dirt where it sits, but that is not the same thing.]

[But that is another thing to be questioned later, if at all. For now, he focuses on sorting through the keys, testing those that look promising. The lock is stiff, and the keys unwieldy in his cold, mud-streaked hands; but he does his best, and will not hurry. More haste, less speed, as they say.]

If we are in need of bait, then I would call that a blessing; for it means the hunt can be avoided.

Ah! Hold the light steady; I think I have it!