"Certainly! Follow me, ladies and gentlemen..."<br/><br/>Ilya bowed and turned on his heels, pacing through the streets with confidence in his gait, only disrupted as they passed the old abandoned home just past Silver Blood Inn. There was a visible shudder going through him as his eyes seemed to be unable to let the grimy door go until he had passed it. With a slight shake of his head he regained his proud demeanor as he carefully navigated between the crowds. As they reached the doors of the Treasury House he stopped short of opening the door and ripped a parchment of it.<br/><br/>"<em>Closed due to siege</em>... what terrible service." He brought out a set of picks out of his mantel and showed it to the party. "Luckily I swiped this in the crowd. Hopefully he didn't swipe anything back." He smiled awkwardly before continuing. "Anyone of you good at this, I tried my luck three times last night and got rewarded with naught but broken picks."