It probably said something uncomfortable about Emmaline's moral state that she didn't immediately reject the idea of murdering the Sheriff. Even when her mind got around to rejecting the notion it wasn't because she felt the idea was somehow wrong but rather because the potential risks were too high.

"Much as I enjoy the idea, I'm afraid a few too many people saw his men drag us to his stupid audience this evening," she lamented, taking a sip of the whiskey and enjoying the burn of it down the back of her throat.

"Someone would be bound to point the finger at a mysterious forgiener such as yourself," she told him with a wink and a stroke of the cheek. Unfortunately Amal would be a natural suspect and neither of them would be exactly inconspicuous anywhere in the Empire if a hue and cry were raised against them.

"Annoying though it is, I think the best thing to do is have them come with us and then point out the first possible evidence of beastmen as the 'place where we were 'attacked' preferably near a stream or something so I can claim I was bathing, after the way I turned up half dressed," she went on with a slight snicker at the remembered afrontary of the townswomen. 

"We are planning on heading south west anyway so even if we 'lose them' in the woods we won't be any worse of," Emmaline continued though she pursed her lips in disapproval at their much deserved rest being interrupted so soon.