As Tommy searches through the scrolls and the spellbook, Tarag, Rapture, and Keldar go to work on the door with the various tools. It proves to be very successful. Starting, as Keldar suggests, away from the hinges, they manage to loosen up the door enough that it wiggles a bit. Then, with some heating and beating of the hinges, Keldar and Rapture muster up enough strength with the crowbar to wrench the thing open, slowly. The metal creaks and moans with strain...
Through a crack in the door, you see an old man standing in rumpled, maroon robes. His white hair is frazzled and sticking up, his eyes are bloodshot, and his face is pale. He whispers, "Oh my sweet Antonidas, you are the most beautiful thing I have seen in days..." He is referring, of course, to Keldar. The old man reaches out and grabs Keldar in a tight embrace and kisses him on the cheek. "My god, man, what took you so long!" Despite his words, Thyrin is beaming.
Letting go of Keldar, Thyrin steps out into the laboratory. He looks around at the adventurers who have rescued him. "As I'm sure you already know, I am Thyrin, owner of this tower. I'm a fool, a fool, for taking that spellbook out of the saferoom! I could have been out of there in a day, but as it is I didn't even have reading material..." His eyes glaze over, remembering the incessant boredom of the safe room. "But thanks to you all, I'm out! Finally out! Right then, I'm Thyrin, and who are you all?" He shakes hands with each of you as you introduce yourselves.