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?"