It was a wonder that the entire city of Nuln didn't lose their hearing in the course of Black Powder week. Emmaline stood across from the gates of the gunnery school, sipping tea from a beer stein. A surprising number of stall sold such things, apparently as a local cure for hangovers. Having eaten a full breakfast at the Golden Comet and enduring the very skeptical looks of the staff, Emmaline was tired but not hung over. Not that she was complaining. She had dressed in her Justicar outfit though she didn't expect to need it. The remainder of the con was up to Neil.

"Break a leg," she whispered as she gave him a gentle push towards the gunnery school.

"It isn't every day someone comes back from the dead."