Get the key . . .
You see a beautiful woman in shining plate armor, holding a claymore in one hand and a mace in the other. Her fair golden hair shines in the dim torchlight. You call the guard over. She comes.
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On closer inspection, you decide she looks too formidable and you'll just escape by punching the locked door.
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She looks pretty full of herself. You decide to try the gentle art of seduction to get the guard to hand over the keys.
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The guard seems kind of gullible. Perhaps a bit of distraction might work to allow you to pickpocket the keys.
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