You drop to your hands and knees, searching the grimy floor. Teromil stands next to you. "What're you doing? I think you've lost your mind, I do. Some ugly little thing wants to eat me for dessert, it does. I surely don't see how crawling around on floor is going to help at all." You explain that you want to save your own neck as much as Teromil wants to save his, but you can't do anything with your bare hands. Without further comment, Teromil drops to the floor and starts running his hands through rubble. Soon, your fingers encounter something cold and stiff in a dirt-filled corner. You scrape the dirt away and find a dull piece of metal 2 inches long. Teromil continues to search the cell, finding nothing but useless trash. You may pick the padlock (18) or wait and see what happens next (21).