Amal grinned when the Dwarf had commented on his bandit-like look. It was strange seeing a Dwarf so deep within a human city. He had dealt plenty with the squat people in his native land, but always by the docks to trade and sell wares before departing again on human ships or the strange steel contraptions they used to go under the waves. He had heard stories late at night on where the Dwarf homeland resided, and he guessed they were simply closer to it here in the Empire. 

The Dwarf let out an "Oooh!" when he saw the crown, thick fingers twiddling in the air as if being near the thing brought him tingles. As he lifted it up carefully, Emmaline placed a few of the other items that they had procured down on the table, though Nobby's attention was wholly on the crown at the moment. Amal took this opportunity to peek outside, a horse-drawn carriage clopping past on the paved stone streets. Emmaline trusted the establishment, and he would too. But he didn't trust any other like as not unsavory customers that made their way in.  

"This crown is fifteen hundred years old, fashioned by fairly skilled men-folk smiths. Very well preserved..." He turned the circular base of it around, his eyes boring into the make of it unlike any human could. "If I'd hazard a guess, and that's what I bleedin' do, this might be the lost crown of Boris Goldgather." The epiphany had Emmaline gasp slightly at their impeccable fortune if Nobby was right, and he'd never been wrong before. 

"Boris Goldwhat?" Amal remarked curiously. 

"Boris Goldgather." Emmaline corrected. "He was an infamous and unpopular Emperor in the distant past. He died of plague, apparently. Buried in an unknown location." Amal had already started laughing before she even finished her next statement. "Which means we beat the shit out of a dead Emperor." 

"You did what?" The Dwarf asked incredulously. 

"How much is it worth?" Emmaline asked while Amal tried to get ahold of himself. By his perspective it was quite funny, traveling to his girlfriend's home country and robbing her ancient liege lord. Amal would be in high spirits all day. Nobby scoffed at the very question, raising the crown up again to admire the fine craftsmanship. 

"Normally it would be around sixteen hundred gold peices, but considering the historical value? Likely thrice that, though it would be hard for even me to sell it on that premise. The Reiksgard would be at my door in an instant. As for the other stuff..." 

The Dwarf spent the next minute appraising the items, which came down to the pendant being of elven make and costing around eight hundred gold coins, the brass teacup costing three hundred silver schillings due to historical significance, and the Emperor's arming sword costing around one hundred and fifty gold, though if they found the other bit of the blade it would quadruple in price unless they sought to give it to the Imperial academy. The silk was standard but well preserved, easily being a twelve hundred silver schillings. It seemed they had a lot to think about, and if they wanted to sell all of them to Nobby they would need to wait a day while he procured funds. 

"While we think, what's the situation been like in Altdorf?" Emmaline asked her old friend. 

"Oh, you can call this city an authentic Dragon Pearl if you catch my meaning." The Dwarf said, causing Emmaline to blush. "Old Franz sent most of the army north to handle those Chaos boys in Archaeon's horde. You'd think that would give us a bit of a reprieve but the good Marshal Ludendolf and his Reiksgard have the streets under strict watch, and there's even some White Wolves sniffing about. Not that is stops the gangs, only now they're getting more dangerous. Thieves in this city used to be respectful to each other. Now they kill one another on sight so the witness doesn't tell anyone willing to pay who stole what."

It sounded like an exciteable win win to Amal, particularly because they'd double their riches this time tomorrow. 
[@Penny]