Morrigan approaches the vase, studies the cap for a moment and the pattern jumps out at her. Turn left here, swivel this right, click this here, move that there. Click, the lid pops open. Looking in, at the bottom of the vase, lies a PLATINUM key. Now...how to get it?

"Poopy, stick your paw in there." Camilla orders. Poopy does not budge. "You're a terrible familiar, you know that?"

"I would guess that one of our magic using people would have that hand spell that can push or grab things?"  Sydril remarks.

Camilla and Poopy, in tandem, turned to Zonkers.

After what seems like bring in  a week long trance, Zook looks.  “Why yes, I have an appropriate spell”

he casts mage hang to retrieve the key. 

Zook's mage hand drifts down into the bottom of the 5-foot tall vase, as it goes to grab the key....it does so, gently lifting it out and depositing a platinum key in Zook's hand. The party now has two platinum keys.

"Remind me," says Tarak to Zook and anyone else who is listening.  "How many platinum keyholes do we have to stick those two keys into?"  It's pretty clear to anyone who looks that Tarak is utterly befuddled by the mechanical and complex nature of this place.

Morrigan moves over to the next urn and attempts to open it as well 11 Arcana

Sydril's glad she isn't the only one that doesn't get this mechanical stuff.  She keeps an eye on Morrigan while she opens the next run, just in case.

The opening of the second urn's clockwork cap eludes Morrigan. 

"This one seems to be a bit more complicated. Tarak, you want to bust it open?"

"Let me see if I can figure this oot."

Arcana: 18

"Oo! Piece of candy!"

Like Morrigan, Camilla struggles to open the cap. However, standing back and watching this time, Morrigan (with her amazingly high passive perception!) does here the sloshing sound of liquid inside the urn as her companion jostles with the lid.

"Um... that one is full of liquid guys. We may want to skip it. It might have something like a water elemental inside. They have been fond of elementals"

"Maybe it's Kool-Aid?" Camilla wondered, looking at the urn. Poopy farted and shook his head.

Zook sits down and ritual casts detect magic to look at the new jar to see if emanates a particular school of magic. 

"Let me know if you detect sugar." Camilla leans in and whispers.

Zook detects no magic in the room.