"I want the biggest house..." 

"Babe, you know if someone comes back that'll be the place they go to first, right? Shouldn't we be more covert?" Neil cautioned. 

Well, caution was a strong word. He wasn't entirely against the idea, feeling the same sense of greed and desire for luxury and comfort as his girlfriend. Well, maybe not the same, mostly wanted her to be happy. But he did want to voice what might tip the balance in her decision making. He also should probably mention any war party, Imperial or Chaos, would want to use the big house as a main base. He doubted either would be welcoming to thieves. 

Emmaline crossed her arms under her sizeable chest and gave Neil a pleading look, her eyes big and blue. Neil turned and looked at the reader, before shaking his head. 

Neil picked the lock on the large oaken doors, using his shoulder to shove the stubborn portal open. Both scoundrels hurried under the ostentatious archway and into the foyer, eager to be out of the elements. 

The foyer had still-clean tables with busts of various men, evidently a family line known as the Krumppers, as evident on the names beneath each, owning this manor for eight generations. Above them was a dome with an impressive quadratura, depicting Sigmar's retreat from the Empire during the latter years of his life, flanked by a massive wolf and a great boar as the myths often portrayed.

"Damn," Neil said after he whistled appreciatively. 

"It's so overt it's covert." Emmaline said, smiling like the cat that got the cream as she walked past him into the wider atrium. To the right was a sitting room with soft, cushioned seats and couches where one could lounge with a beverage and overlook the small, wealthy village. To the left looked to be the dining area and the kitchens. Straight ahead, there was a well fashioned stairway, with a seaswept railing of dark polished wood. Past it on the first floor looked to be the gardens. 

"Hey, check what they got in the larder." Neil called after her when she turned the corner. Then his mind caught up with him. He leaned out of the foyer to call down the corridor. "And don't drink all the booze yourself!"   

Emmaline poked her head out and waved at him, a cork in her mouth already. She slipped back in as quickly as she appeared. Contented, Neil decided to check the perimeter to make sure there were no lurking ungors or thieves. Or, more dangerous thieves, at least. He stretched his arms for a moment, and then stepped into the sitting room. A wide bookshelf loomed above the biggest couch, filled with various tomes from alchemical treatises to playwrights, to the classics of ancient Tilea. Useful information, but merely novelties to be collected by the wealthy. The window, framed by the large chairs, showed the town as vacant as when they had entered. Still, he did not want to remain in front of it for long, and strode into the next room, turning his head from outside to a smaller dining room. 

"Sigmar's flaccid balls!" Neil cursed, jerking back, stopping his foot from stepping right on a corpse. Blood congealed on the floor from a head wound obviously made by a pistol ball. The manservant lay sprawled, unmoved from the moment he was shot. The blood was dark and dry now, his stained, grey hair stiffened. Neil didn't need to touch his skin to know the corpse was cold. 

"Well, that's awkward." He deadpanned, seeing no further sign of a struggle, save for the carpet being pulled a bit uneven. He stepped over the body into a smaller corridor, passing by a door that led to the outside, into a small room obviously meant for entertaining guests. Out in the back gardens, he saw no one. The flowers weren't in bloom yet, but from his cursory glance he saw it had been well maintained until recently. 

He headed left, towards the kitchen, his voice echoing down the hall. "Hey babe? Babe, there's a dead person in there, but don't worry it's not contagious."