"People are the same wherever you go, or so they say." She gave a little shrug, "But, as I was saying, key, you're going to need one or you won't be likely to get far."

A small smile, "Things have changed around here since you've been away, and some doors that were open to you will now be closed, while others that were closed may now be open." She produced a key from the collection on a chatelaine at her hip, it was a simple brass thing, with an oval head and a square bit, not quite a skeleton key, but the sort used to open electrical utility boxes, "This one is yours, I believe."