Rue cursed and managed to get the fat bloke off her legs. Unfortunately, the expensive skirts were tattered and in ruins. One large rip went all the way past her knee. Despite what she believed, Rue had spent a good coin on this dress. She didn't want to go into public looking like a tavern maid. The thief grunted and managed to sneak away while mass panic hit the crowd. The ripped skirts actually help her weave through the bodies. She managed to find a back door, slipping through it and into an ally-way, just in time to hear someone say "should be studied more closely before being placed in front of a crowd." Rue's eyes widened. No way, it had to be on display. If it was in some secretive science lab, she wouldn't be able to steal it! Then all that money would be gone. Rue hid in a doorway, listening into the man's conversation.  She would follow him and steal the crown directly from Wickerbot.