Quentin looks at the two and arches an eyebrow at them. "While I can certainly appreciate your enthusiasm, I didn't pack the tools we would need to open up that door. Even if we found a key without oil or some other kind of way to lubricate or break off the rust on the hinges, the door will be nearly impossible to open. Also, people tend to do silly things like stuff their pockets full. Surprisingly, putting a bunch of heavy silver in your pockets and backpack can lead to drowning the next time you are dunked into the water. So I would say that we are best served by securing our way out and getting more men so we can do this in such a way that none of us wind up dead."

This was not the first time Quentin had been on a dangerous treasure hunt like this. He'd gone into a few abandoned temples, ancient shipwrecks, and long-lost vaults in his time. That particular anecdote was based on a true story, though the man had actually survived. Why in gods earth he thought shoving gold into his pocket while they were operating out of a diving bell was a good idea he would never know. The man was just lucky Quentin had hauled on the rope to drag him up into the bell when his arms gave out trying to swim with the extra weight.