"Is this a different entrance? I don't recall an iron gate." Tanith asks from the middle of the group. "It would make sense to come down a portion we haven't searched already."
"Well, Tanith, since you don't remember the iron gate, and want to explore a new area, why don't we see if the gate will open, which is by no means certain, judging from the rust."
Reaching into a pouch at his belt, Friadoc nods slightly as his deft fingers produce a slight tension wrench and a pick with a squiggly end to it.
However, before the halfling attempts to open the lock, he examines it, both to check for any traps that it may hold and then to try and pick the lock.
"Better safe than sorry," says Friadoc with a wry chuckle.
Caerwyn spits on his hands and raises his greatsword suggestively. "Do you have any attachment to that lock, because if not I've got a much quicker pick right here."