For the first time in years, Neil actually felt a little awkward. She called him cute, wanted to steal stuff with him, she liked him, and she was still wearing that goddamn outfit. The wine nearly had him taking her hand to pull her up for a kiss, but he stopped himself. They were out for appearances as much as a date. Damn! The staff at Conyer's was busy as ever, sashaying to and fro, taking orders and setting down more drinks. Their mustachioed waiter appeared beside them just before Neil was going to speak. 

"Are you ready for the check?" He asked them, raising an eyebrow at the 'Justicar' until Neil interrupted by asking for dessert. "What's on your mind, herr...?" 

"Edwards, and fetch us some pie. To go. Half blueberry, half cherry," He began, the man giving him a sweeping bow and making his way back to the kitchen. Neil stood up to catch his attention with a call of, "And your best bottle of wine!" Which the waiter gave a prompt thumbs up at. Neil grinned, falling to his chair again.  

"Neil...?" She asked, clearly seeing something was on his mind. 

"We're going to make a sizeable score tomorrow, babe." He said, leaning in to speak softly. "And we won't fail to celebrate tonight. So we're getting some delicious dessert, some more alcohol, and we're not going back to the tower. We're going to the Golden Comet." 

Emmaline might have heard of it, but Neil knew it well. It was the swankiest inn in Nuln, and one of the most expensive. For good reason, however. A delectable bath house, lush, comfortable beds, and large suites. The best part was it was located at the southern gate, far away from anyone near the palace who might recognize the Justicar from earlier that day. Neil did have a small worry that a few servants there might recognize him for some petty theft a year ago, but he doubted it. Even if they did, who would believe them over a servant of the law and Neil, who could now afford to go there as a patron? The pie was presented, steaming on a wooden bowl Neil paid extra for to keep, and he took the wine bottle too, shoving it into Emmaline's hands as they made their way out into the streets of Nuln, just as the sun was beginning to set. The clamor of the crowd died down behind them. Both thieves were anxious to get there to relax and enjoy one another. Neil suspected Emmaline might be taken aback at how fancy the place was, too. He was never one to be smart with money, but they had sixty pieces of imperial gold crowns, that could last them a long time even if they lost about seven tonight. 

There was very little in the way of lights in the Faulestadt District, which served as a buffer of poverty and ineptitude between the southern gate and the rest of the city. The industrial complex and the gunnery school was just beside it, but Neil avoided it like the plague to keep from any familiar face seeing him, so he went through the belly of the shantytown. Every now and then they heard wails or coughs, and a few shouts in the distance mingled with the echoing of barking dogs. Not to mention they passed by a few unpleasant smelling mounds of...something. It took very little time to traverse a place Neil knew like the back of his hand, however. Just when they were three blocks out of the woods, a shadow on the street, merely an extension of a stoop, stumbled out in front of them, whistling a jaunty tune. 

"Hello there, frauline and gentleman." He remarked, stepping into the light with a dry, crusty grin. He had on a worn hat and a buck toothed smile, twirling a pocket watch in his hand idly. "Care to spare some change, eh?" 

"This one's a Justicar!" A voice marveled behind them, a big man with a bald head lumbered out, clenching his fists. Next to him, a slim fellow with a cudgel giggled. They closed in around them, circling like predators. "I hear Justicar's are worth a lot in the lower markets, eh? This one's pretty too." 

"Look, fellas." Neil said diplomatically. "Normally I'd be in the mood to play with you, but right now we're sort of in a hurry." 

"Shame, because we got all night." The lead one said, producing a serrated knife. It glinted in the light of the moons, and he gave a disgusting smirk that promised many nasty things. Neil sighed, shaking his head. He handed the pie to Emmaline, the buxom woman taking it in her other hand as she watched Neil, too casually, reach into the back of his trousers. 

"Well, ok then." Neil replied before he drew his pistol and shot the man square in the head. Just before the bullet hit, his eyes widened in disbelief, and it was his death mask. Blood smeared the road as the crack echoed across the stone. The two thugs behind them were dumbfounded, not knowing how to take their leader being summarily executed in broad moonlight. After a moment's hesitation, the big man cried out and charged at Neil. Neil rose his brow, but merely ducked under a heavy swing, stepping behind the big man and stomping behind his leg, twisting it painfully. Squealing, he hit the floor in a spasm, at which point Neil merely started to reload his pistol. Taking out the powder, he half cocked the pistol again and began to refill it, before he turned to see the third man just standing there with his crudgle. 

"You can run if you want." Neil told him, and the lithe man promptly did, dropping his weapon and fleeing into the darkness. Neil finished reloading his pistol, and cocked the weapon again as the big man regained his sense of self, suddenly realizing he might be shot within moments. Rather, Neil knelt down and said: "Never halt the law, son. Because without law, there's only Chaos. Sigmar preserve you." 

He motioned for Emmaline to head on, and both of them promptly left the scene before anyone else could investigate, heading to the Golden Comet for a good night.