A chisel? Farogil figured they might have to scour the yard to find the missing bits and shove them back in the holes, but it sounds like Fíadh wants to pull the plate off. Gods, good thing, too, what if they'd stuck some bolts in there and broke the whole thing!?

He fetches the chisel for her right away, passing it over as he crouches back down, then grasps the wood that the plate is attached to with both hands. "I'll keep it steady."