Isabel nods, silently walking up to the chest and kneeling down, removing a lockpick from a pouch on her belt. "Hold on a few seconds..." Moving carefully, she works with the lock until something clicks. "Got it!" She backe daway, motioning for Imroth to step forward.
"Wait!" Jeff stepped in front of Imroth. "We don't know iff it's trapped or not. Get behind me."
"Okay," Isabel said, getting behind Jeff.
Unsheathing his claymore, Jeff slowly eased the tip into the crack between the lid and the main chestand flipped it open. "Alright, it's safe," he said, stepping aside to let Imroth pass.