Marius Starkole
The cold air in the woods still brushed against my skin as I walked into the office. Hale’s still teaching a class, and probably won’t return until lunch.
I checked the area for any Leiaz in sight, and when I found none, reached for the ring of picks in my pocket. A series of different hooks and rakes dangled, each one cold against my palm as I ran through them. Here’s to hoping Hale didn't use a complicated type of lock.
The jagged sides of my favorite rake glistened, and I grabbed the tension tool, a long thin metal in the form of a ‘Z’, which had flat ends that allowed me to put it in the lock. Once I had the rake inside, I applied light pressure on the turning tool. A few light clicks from the pins inside the lock and the tension tool could now fully turn downwards as a final sound, making me smile.