The rat was still twitching unconsciously due to the sensory overload it had been subjected to, but one whack of Shay's blackjack later it was simply the limp kind of unconsciousness. The combination that she had overheard worked as expected and the safe's lock opened with a soft click. Shay showed some remarkable restraint, taking only her (and Yewbough's) forty-five gold when there was easily ten times that amount lying in the safe.<br/><br/>Apparently the closed trapdoor to the cellar had muffled the noises of the commotion below, because her way out was unobstructed. The night guard was still at the counter, still as oblivious to what was really going on as he had been. Having passed him once, getting past him again would be child's play for Shay.