Aye, so did I, but this pin wasn't as good as I thought it would be. [He offered her a forlorn smile and wanted to thank her anyway.] Thank you for letting me try though.

[Ned looked past the cold, iron bars to where the guard's chair was. It was vacant. Yet, he had left a bundle of keys on top of the chair.]

I've got another idea. Perhaps, if we used one of your long strands of hair, tied that to something we can use as a hook and hook the keys from that chair.