Amal yanked his knife out of the second man, but he had seen the third one die from her staff. He had to agree with Emmaline's sentiment, his eyes wide in shock at the transforming object. "Whoa, yes..." he breathed, dropping the newly dead corpse and walking over to the sorceress, who held her staff gingerly. 

Slowly, he reached toward the staff, and then swiftly poked the cobra head. Amal jumped back and Emmaline flinched, but nothing happened. They breathed easier, relaxing for a brief moment. 

Suddenly a hand grabbed Emmaline's ankle, and she squealed in surprise and fright. The man wasn't quite dead it seemed, sweating profusely as foam continued to pour out of his throat, though another shudder and he was dead. Amal wanted to make sure, and he knelt down and slit his throat carefully. Foam seeped out of the wound, ebbing slowly. 

After taking a moment to make certain there would be no more surprises, Amal placed a hand on Emmaline's back and guided her to turn around. "Let us look at something more pleasant, eh?" he said in broken Reikspeil. 

Fire danced upon the heaped loot and treasure, glinting off their respective eyes. What was almost as delectable was the cooking food above the fire. It looked like roast that needed to be spun, and unopened bottles of Arak were placed atop the gathered chests and crates. The cutthroat let Emmaline take a look and handle the food for a moment while he went to check the potential exit/entrances. 

The cavern extended three different ways out of the cavern they were in, and upon further inspection he found one turned back around to the river, which was likely where they gained their fresh water. The next led deeper into an unknown cavern, and Amal stopped a hundred meters in, as he was running out of light and found no end. The middle was an exit to the plateau overlooking the road. An easy way to spy on merchants and pilgrims. 

He made his way back in to see Emmaline, finding her trying to unlock one of the chests after having turned the pork. Amal made his way silently behind her, and it was impossible to detect him until his lips were next to her ear. "Having difficulty?" he asked, knowing he could pick whatever lock she needed. 
[@Penny]