[ Grudgingly, John raises a hand to point. ]

One of the bodies is holding a long, heavy wrench. Another has what looks to be... shears, perhaps.

[ By reflex, he falls into the cadence of an experienced narrator. John clears his throat before continuing, more defensively: ]

It's not the keys I'm interested in, but something that could serve as a weapon. That building covered in sigils was already picked clean.

... Do you think it's some sort of trap?