[He turns them in his slender fingers, examining them, determining the best way to handle them in tandem, before kneeling next to the chest. Fortunately, the lock is almost comically large.]

As long as it's escaped damage or sticking from rust... this won't take long.

[Tension, torque. Scrub. He's delicate about his work, yet certain.]

Secrets agree with me. Things that stand in the way of their answers don't... it's really that simple.

[The lock gives. He tosses it away, rising to grasp the heavy lid.

It gives, a little, but he finds quickly that he can't raise it alone. He looks expectantly at Chin Yisou.]