Amal blinked, seeing the apprentice sorcerer go down harder than if he had stabbed him. Silence ensued in the chamber for a brief moment, until Amal leaned over the downed man and said. "Well, that's one way to end the conversation." He nudged him with a foot just to be certain he wasn't getting up again. "As the northern merchants say, he was a...er, 'pompous chap' eh?" 

From the outside, it looked like the tower stood four or five stories high, and he had no desire to explore it himself. Well...that was a lie. There were many riches to be found in a sorcerer's tower. However, they had more than enough gold and for once, he let caution override curiosity. At least overbearing curiosity. He wasn't above searching the room at least... 

Unfortunately (or perhaps fortunately), his delectable companion had already appraised the various desks and tables of the room before she had halted at a dias erected at the northern edge of the circular chamber, raised atop a three step platform, with symbols of a great eye along its woodwork. Her dainty hands raised as she gazed at the dias, whispering to herself. She looked as if she was trying to decide which candy she wished to take from a tradesman's shop. 

With a gasp of delight, she ran one finger along the center eye, and its brass lining began to glow. Quickly, she pulled out the map and placed it atop the dias, and as it began to glow, Amal decided he would be at his most useful if he was watching the exits for any potential intruders. Taking out his knife, he crept to the window and looked, opening the drapes lightly with his blade. He could no longer see the two ruffians, and the slave auction was nearing its end. 

He heard a squeal, and he could not tell whether it was from fright or delight and he spun to Emmaline, muscles tensed. 
[@Penny]