Ian nodded wordlessly and removed his hat from his head. He flourished one hand over the hat with a bit too much gusto and then reached inside. When he pulled it out, he was holding an old, dictionary sized, book; bound in wordless gray leather, and covered with dust.
"Something inoffensive is probably better so..." Ian muttered to himself.
Then he nodded. "5012: The Key." He stated, all desire to show off gone from his face. Immediately the book flipped open, turning itself to a page somewhere around the middle.
Ian nodded and read out loud. "The Key, an ancient artifact belonging to a long forgotten god. It has the potential to open anything that is locked by draining the user's soul." Then, without closing the book he dropped it back into his hat, reached inside and withdrew a rather clunky old key.
"It's a bit convoluted to use." Ian stated satisfied, "But, it's really versatile, and some of the items in here are really powerful." Not that he could actually summon them; but no one else needed to know that bit.
/Carl couldn't help but roll his eyes at the over-the-top bit when Ian reached into his hat...but the book was pretty interesting./
"Well--we'd better hope that none of the others have a key like that, then."
/Pauses./
"Well, assuming that the doors have locks in the first place, actually."
/Standing, he took a look at the door to see if any such mechanism was installed.../