At the backdoor of the Woodcarver's Guild, Cally anxiously waits for Jin to get the lock picked. The lock is complex, one of the best that Jin has ever seen, his hands work nimbly trying to decode the complex mechinism within. The wind picks up and an owl screeches accusingly from a nearby tree. 'Hurry up, Jin' Cally whispers, 'we need to get that box, and get out of here!' Done in Gouache and ink on hot press illustration board.