"well, that looks interesting, what is behind there?"

"A great many things, none that concern you."
 

"well, if that is the case, i'll stay here and collect more gold."

"I did not mean to be harsh, come i could use your help."

"Alright," Norcon walked over to Beowulf.

Boewulf walked over to the door and lay his hand upon it and spoke a word of command and the door opened, he walked into the room within.

The room was round like a dwemer oculory, with old bookselfs on all sides, and a chest with three key holes and three segments wich could be opened seperatly.

Beowulf started grabing books and stacking them on an odd circile on the far side of the room. "Look for keys, they are made of dwemer metal."

"can i just burn the books, that would make things easier, or would the intence heat melt the keys?"

"NO! YOU FOOL! THESE BOOK CAN NOT BE BURNED! lookat them, they are made of metal."

"soooo... just look through the books?"

"I dout you could read them, not only are they written in deadric runes but thay are in dwemer, and so few speak that lost languge."

"i wasn't going to read them, just flip through the pages to see if there is a key in them."

"ah, well good luck with that, I would look over there." and he points over to a jar labbeled "KEYS" in deadric.

"convenient"

"yes, well he always did have trouble remembering his keys."

"he had trouble remembering in general"