Realization that they weren't going to be killed out of hand had its usual salutatory effect and she felt her breath relax. Whether it would have been possible for her to wield the seals energies, or destroy it by unbinding it, were excellent questions, but questions for enchanters a good deal braver, and a good deal less practically minded than Emmaline. Not that she wouldn't have tried of course. The tension that had filled the thieves surrounding them faded away as though it had never been. A low buzz of conversation resumed and a trio of indifferently talented fielders struck up a tune. Lucky Jack seemed to relax as well although both Emmaline and Amal had seen enough to recognise it as a pose, a man like him was never really relaxed, and wouldn't be until the priests of Morr tossed the first shovelful of dirt on his face.

"The night is wearing on," Emmaline commented, "I don't suppose this can wait until tomorrow?"

Jack shook his head curtly.

"Has to be back before they notice its gone, might have been easier to just hand it back, but I'd have to admit I let such a heist happen on my watch. Bad for business," the kingpin acknowledged. 

"And I suppose if we get killed trying to put it back you can just claim we are some clueless idiots who wandered into Altdorf?" Jack grinned toothily. 

"That one armed dwarf told me you were quick," he observed. Emmaline scowled.

"What did he pay a crier to tell people about us?" she demanded. Jack chuckled again.

"Now now Frauline, who do you think Nobby sells most of his loot too? Either to me to move out of town, or what he sells locally he pays me my cut right? With items like you were offering I just asked a few additional questions."  

"Yeah well, he still deserves to have his beard set on fire," she groused, irritation replacing fear at the prospect of breaking into an Imperial Palace that might already be alerted that it had been violated once tonight.

"Am I stretching the friendship to ask if you have any supplies we could use?" she asked. Jack made a languid guesture towards a series of racks that lined one of the far walls. Coiled ropes, cross bows modified to carry lines and other tools of the thieves arts were neatly laid out.

"Help yourself."