Emerald rummages around the room for a little while, looking for a marker or something of the sort to draw on her. he has a pen, but she would almost certain feel the quill if he tried to write on her with it.

He checks the nightstand and finds a notepad full of gibberish as well as a black marker.

He draws a few dicks on her face, as well as a bipedal creature with a neutral smirk and a dick coming out of it's butt. The colt isn't sure what convinced him to draw that, but it seems like a good idea.

Afterwards he places the marker back in the nightstand, grabs the keys, and heads out the door. He picks one at random, and opening he is met with the heat of a room full of fire. Shutting it quickly he ddraws another random key and inside appears to be nothing but desks and chairs stacked almost to the ceiling. A third key reveals a room with a light so bright he has to cover his eyes until he can shut the door again. The last random door he opens seems to contain nothing.

The room is pitch black, and as he sticks his head in he hears a slithering sort of squlench sound, and suddenly appendages shoot out from the darkness. Emerald gets a brief look at what appears to be a tentacle before slamming the door shut.

Whew, maybe this wasn't such a good idea after all. Emerald rustles the keychain in his hand, and after thinking on it he tells himself he'll stop after one more key. He picks out three at random to choose from.

one appears to be a rather fancy looking key with a stone set near the head.

The second appears to be a dagger, but with a key shaft where the blade should be.

The last is rather unremarkable except for a heart engraved on the bow.