Edvan shrugs. "If I hads me some stolen goods hid in a wagon and then I sees some drunken pirate doin' the jiggity-thump in the middle of the road, I thinks I'd be not stoppin' for him to kindly remove his arse from the street. Maybe if we blocks the road with a bunch of barrels, maybe, and Hill comes along after they pass and blocks the way behind with a wagon and horse... I reckon we could steals us one." He looks around, scanning the buildings at the second-story level. "Maybe we could finds us a balcony and Rove could waits and cast his little..." Edvan looks at Rovan with a bit of wariness. "...you know, little sleepy-time sorcery..." He shivers as if he's had a chill down his spine. "Then we takes the gems, easy-peasy!"
Edvan yawns. "Seems fine by me but if you all gots better ideas, I'm listenin'. What you thinks?"