The beacons took me home once. [A pause, and he adds,] Six moons or so to me, nothing at all here. It was the one near the volcano.

[Looking over everything, bewildered, he shakes his head slowly.]

I don't like to steal, but... well, we can leave things by the beacon. They will not be stolen for long. I say we take anything that looks like it might be a key, within reason. It won't be anything that looks too valuable.

[Who makes keys of gold? Too soft.]