"I considered that," Waver admits, his arms folded over his chest and scowl directed at the offending chest. There was no leaving this thing unlocked or un-destroyed. That was the plain truth.

"But two complicating factors: there is something broken in there and throwing it off the battlements will smash it to bits, or there is magic in there that will explode if it is dropped from a height."

He frowns, considering other options.

"A sledgehammer might work though."