[Eyeing the safe with more than a little hostility, Quentin shakes his head.] I wish I could open it, you know? Because something that's this... locked. Has to have something important inside.

[Like a key or a map, some kind of starting point to all of this -whatever this turns out to be. But nothing had opened it so far - no spell, no amount of kicking it in frustration. Nothing.]

If I didn't think there might be papers inside, I would set it on fire.