The night did not go by without a few hiccups. Despite the newfound camraderie, they were smart enough not to let Neil and Emmaline spent much time alone together. Though Neil insisted on never leaving her side, just in case. Secondly, there was no way they weren't going to pilfer their goods, and while the chocolate and wine was enjoyed, trying to take the gold almost had Emmaline grabbed a handful and leaping out of the window, and Neil wasn't a big fan of it either. There was only a marginal amount of sleep, Neil and Emmaline taking it in turns, and once they woke up, they looked pretty poor, even if they did their best to appear jovial and ready to work. 

A strange thing, how an entire horde of beastmen could be repelled by them at the tower, but a group of bandits had them getting up at the crack of dawn, taking all of their gold with a smile. 

Still, there was some good news. If the bandits were a solid band, they might actually make a decent wage during their association. Plenty of refugees when a chaos incursion occurred, after all. Hopefully Ranald blessed them with a few rich ones to plunder. 

"Oh, you buried him? Right decent of ya," Clause applauded Neil, the two of them and a tough named Hef having gone out back to check the perimeter, the one time Neil was to leave Emmaline alone since they promised it would be a short trip. The three had come upon the servant's grave Neil had dug the day before. 

"Yeah, felt like if I was gonna live here, the garden could use a bit of fertilizer." Neil joked. 

"He was a mouthy one, got to be honest. Started talking about legacy and his master's honor and all that. Johann got tired of it, and when he didn't tell us where the gold was, well..." He placed a finger to his head and bent his thumb in the manner of a pistol's hammer. 

"That's how it goes." Neil said with a shrug. "So, what's the plan for you boys? Or us, I guess? We staying or going off to work." 

"Got to ask Johann, but I think he's got something cooking."