"...And that idiot hid the lockpicks in the most clever way he could think of: on a wall, under some barbed wi

"...And that idiot hid the lockpicks in the most clever way he could think of: on a wall, under some barbed wire charmed with a lightning spell! So I've wrapped my pants around my hand to avoid getting fried — I had nothing else! I climb up on the barrel and start groping along the top of the wall, praying to Calistria that the guards don't show up. Imagine how that would look — pants off, perched up on a barrel!"