Reflexively, she pressed her left foreleg up against her chest even more tightly, feeling the reassuring bulge of the dagger strapped to the end. She would not let things come to violence, not even if she were to be discovered, but there was still a relief to being armed. The edicts of the Great Mother were difficult to follow, particularly when they went against decades of training, but for Ebonshield, Her word superseded all other rules. In any case, if all went according to plan, neither the watchcolt, nor any of the other ponies in the storehouse would ever know what had transpired at all. She would not even need to leave the stony perch to which she had snuck almost an hour ago, until after everything was all but finished. And that was because tonight, Ebonshield was not playing the role of a thief.