"You asking questions like that is why I am going to marry you." Neil said honestly, and Emmaline's face went from serious to blushing, something the salacious woman almost never did. Taking her by the hand, they left the 'crime' scene, which it was because in Neil's opinion, they got fucking robbed.

The pair of them went back to the tavern, making sure to come in the back way and head up the stairs before anyone could stop them with a request for help or a comment on how there might potentially be an angry ogre looking for them. Once in their tiny room, Emmaline fished through her knapsack for some spell components, and likely some other items for a long time thief. Neil got into his stash, which had some more 'in-the-field' items for a criminal endeavor. A set of lockpicks, a small fial, three throwing daggers, a coil of hochland rope that stretched to thirty yards, a small mirror (with silver at its back) that could be mounted on a metal handle, and a few other trinkets he kept around for professional work.  

"Ooooo, forgot I had this, almost." Neil laughed, and Emmaline saw him toss up and catch a bottle of bugman's. Her jaw dropped, and Neil winked with a wicked smile. 

"Remember when Kargi searched everyone's rooms? He was lookin' for this." The thief said, and placed a finger to his lips. "He never thought to look in the bushes. Dwarfs don't even want to think about plants unless they're rangers." 

"Gimme," Emmaline said, making grabby hands. Neil smiled widely but pulled it away.

"Ah ah ah! Babe, we gotta take one drink each for good luck, then we get going, ok? We can celebrate with the full thing after when we got some gold to throw around."

Emmaline acquiesced, and the two of them each took generous, singular gulps, and then hid the beverage once more. Neil cautioned they should go out the window, since Kargi could probably smell it on their breath. Emmaline was not enthused, but Neil climbed out of the window and Emmaline attempted it, but her foot slipped and Neil had to catch her, which he did with the same deftness he always did. 

"I think I have a good idea where he lives," Emmaline whispered to him as they strode off into the fog. The two walked close, to ironically keep themselves out of the danger of potential pick pockets or knives in the dark. "My old master told me most of the places the more private wizards would set shop, and from the way he smelled, remember he had that iron smell? He must be near the ironworks, at the Tower of Blackhaven that overlooks the reik. It's just a mile west, if my head's on straight." 

Neil's hands were in his pocket, and whilst Emmaline clung to his right arm, his left hand in his pocket contained a small knife he could swiftly dispatch someone with in short notice. 

"I haven't stolen from a wizard in a long time, but they usually have good valuables. Let's not grab anymore wyrdstone though, mutation's not my thing." Neil said with a wink.