Grusun carefully placed the lockpick back in bag. The ancient lock refused to open.
“Time to get the hammer,” he said to himself, a habit developed over years of working alone.
He rummaged through his pack, emerging with a sledgehammer. Grusun drew the hammer back and smashed it against the lock. The impact sent a metallic clang echoing down the tunnel.
The door remained shut. Grusun struck the lock several more times, then bent down to examine the results. The lock was intact, but Grusun could see that the hammer-blows had cracked the casing around the mechanism.
“It’s a start.”