A minute later they had taken a seat at a table of polished oak. At Emmaline's insistence they took a table on the far side of the room from the plotters. If Amal thought it a strange request he didn't mention it and instead drew her chair out for her with a graceful flourish she took a seat on the battered wooden chair with a smile and a moment later a buxom serving woman hustled over to the table, casting an admiring glance at Amal before her eyes flicked a trifle jealously to Emmaline.

"What'll be mien herr," she asked in a voice that had a slightly unpleasant nasality to it, probably because she was attempting an Altdorf accent that was at odds with whatever part of the empire she was from.

"Stew and bread," Amal responded promptly. The smell of baking bread and simmering beef stew was mouthwatering and Emmaline whole heartedly agreed. He arched an eyebrow at her inviting her comment.

"Wine as well please, a bottle of whatever," she replied dismissively. The serving woman made a slight curtsey and then turned to fetch their food.

"You have a plan to listen in somehow," Amal stated and Emmaline nodded, she leaned in close as though kissing him but instead her lips moved in a quiet chant. A moment later the sound of conversation, soft enough that only they could hear it began to emanate from the window beside the table. 

"There is lead in the glass," she explained, making a discrete gesture to a similar window beside the would be thieves. It wasn't a difficult spell to work to transfer the vibrations, but it did take a rather devious mind to think of the application in the first place.

"Huh," Amal commented and Emmaline giggled and turned the subterfuge into a real kiss.