[i]1 hour later...[/i] 

The bedroom was huge. In fact, it was nearly as large as the closet. 

A cozy bed covered in the fur of great cats sat beneath an attached canopy of silks that cascaded around it like a soft evening rain. The bed itself was located at the center back of the room on a small island that one reached by stepping up four regal stairs. The rest of the chamber had sofas one could lounge on and a fireplace to provide light at night. The room was also connected to the small outside gardens, where toucans and parrots flitteted about, with a large three stories fountain at the center. 

As soon as Amal had seen this jackpot of a location, he said "Oh this will end badly," because nothing so comfortable had ever worked out for him in the past. Of course, they were only staying a night, and Emmaline had successfuly beglamoured the steward of the house, which led the rest of the servants to treat them as honored guests. He supposed nothing could go wrong, and honestly he didn't mind things going wrong sometimes. It gave some spice to life. 

Emmaline was currently perusing the closet to see what fine garments she could steal, whilst Amal decided to check on the many wines and fermented drinks they had in concavely shaped bottles at the edges of the curtains that led to the gardens. The only downside of being in such a lavish spot was the fragility of everything. He truly wished he could throw knives into the wall to curb a bit of boredom, but he wanted to leave the room the way it was. If nothing else because the servants would likely have to pay for their insolence, rather than him fearing the fury of the master when he returned. 

Suddenly the large red doors leading to the halls opened up, and seven men brought in a stuffed pig, three chickens and seven cuts of beef, along with a large collection of grapes and dates, along with a dessert of Lukaimat dumplings and a jug of water to top it all off. The man at the head had a weathered face and a dutiful way about him, and he bowed low. "Your excellency, the food as you requested." He said, abasing before Amal. 

The thief had taken a new cap and a more impressive cloak, but he didn't think he looked very regal. Still, he didn't waste the opportunity to measure the food and the man as if he would possibly be displeased with either. "Very good, now leave us. And do not come into the room unless we bring ourselves to calling you." 

The servants backed into the hall, still facing him and bowing repeatedly before they were gone. Amal grinned when the door closed. "Suckers." He reached down and cut off a piece of the pig with his large fork and butcher knife, savoring the succulent taste of the meat. He would truly enjoy this night. It would be a good surprise for his companion too, and when Emmaline poked her head out to see what the voices had indicated, he could tell she was giddy over the food. She had the same look on her face then that she did when she was looking at gold or sizing someone up to steal from. Her Cobra staff leaned against the wall next to her doorway, ruby eyes of mindbending glittering in the firelight.

"Almost done changing," She said and slipped back away.  

He gave her a three finger salute, an old Arabyan gesture that indicated the three fingers one used for work. As merchants or workmen that stole and got a lighter sentence than losing a hand or their life would lose the pointer, middle, and forefinger so they could still survive, albeit with great difficulty. It was used to show you were someone's fellow and they would all find the same fate in the end. 

Amal turned from the food and made his way to the wines, uncasking a purple bottle and take a whiff of the contents. A light breeze to his side betrayed the entrance of a heavily plumed parrot who landed on one of the stands beside him. Amal smirked. "Are you here to help me pick a wine?" He said, and put a red bottled spirit near the bird's beak. The creature sneezed, causing Amal to snicker. "Not your type, eh?" 

The parrot squawked. "Pretty lady! Pretty lady!" 

Amal glanced toward the Cobra staff and the closet, then back to the bird. "What of her? Yes she is [i]my[/i] type, but I find that makes little difference my friend." The thief's left eye closed as he looked inside of an empty bottle, wondering if there was some manner of magic or treasure hidden inside. 

"Go for it! Go for it!" 

He turned to the Parrot. "Think I should?"

"Pretty lady! Pretty lady!" 

He stroked his chin. "You're making quite a bit of sense my feathered friend."

Emmaline stepped out with her new garb, picking up her cobra staff and making her way over to them. "Who are you talking to?" she asked, but before she could finish the thought the Parrot saw the Cobra Staff and the woman, and the Parrot squawked in utter terror as if it had seen a real serpent and bolted out of the chamber loudly screeching. Amal raised an eyebrow, but shrugged. He'd still follow the advice at least. 
[@Penny]