"Maybe you're right..." Amal mused, spinning the cylinder on his middle finger idly. He was so used to people butting into their business or trying to kill or enslave them. He saw danger and conspiracy wherever he looked. Emmaline might have felt out of place there, and he couldn't blame her from her experiences, but she had the mind of a true Arabyan. He halted the cylinder's spun and bumped it upwards with his finger, nimbly catching it with his thumb before flinging it upwards like a man might with a coin. It flipped end over end to land in his hand. "It might have nothing to do with us. But it's something worth looking into, in the morning." 

Opening his hand to gaze at the pendant once more, he snuggled further into the couch they sat upon. His off hand idly playing with Emmaline's hair of spun gold. His feet had been cleaned and they now dried beside the fire. "They were either stealing something, taking something somewhere, or were simply in a fight. It's an odd circumstance. It makes no sense." Amal said. "A Guild of Thieves should be in a larger city. Any organized guild set in a small town would be ousted and eliminated, or they simply wouldn't get enough jobs to live. Whatever happened, it had context elsewhere." 

"Do you think something is in it?" She asked him, eyes on the pendant. 

"No." He said honestly. "I could be wrong. If we do open it, we're likely to find a myriad of scratches that mean nothing to use by can change lives if the right person sees it. But I doubt there's even that in there. It's either an ordinary pendant or a key to somewhere... A key a local guildsman wouldn't think to look for, as all would have pendants just like this one. A key..." It was just a theory, but he toyed with the idea in his head all the same. There was no shortage of tombs that were opened by seemingly ordinary items in Araby. 

"The... [i]key[/i] to solving this mystery, you might say?" She said, watching him intently.

Amal's eyes brightened, his mind catching a small subtlety there. He did not know such was possible in reikspiel, but at the word play, and he chortled. "Yes! Yes," He turned his body to her and poked her nose, smiling. "That is a joke of words, yes? Like...like..." He cleared his throat. "'Might I have a word with you' and saying only one word?"