Giving up on the ones in between, you reach for the very last drawer
on the bottom with your right hand. Easily, it slides out. Almost all
the way out. Inside, laying all by itself is a shiny golden key with
an ornate dragon for the handle. You notice his tail wraps all the way
down and the key feels as if it's made of gold.
Where could this key possibly fit?
Disregarding the doors and the trap door for a moment, you turn your
attention back to the desk. The first drawer on the top left is stuck
or jammed. Even your most concerted efforts fall short of opening the
drawer. So you move to the next one down. As you give a strong yank,
(expecting the drawer to be stuck like the first), the handle gives
way and falls with a dull thud to the wood floor. A pull on the third
yields the same response.
"Sheesh..." you sigh. "I wonder if they're all
busted."