[ Nami works her way through the room efficiently, a few precious-looking objects vanishing into her rucksack, pausing here and there to check behind the things hanging on the room's walls, looking for a safe - or at least something extra valuable tucked out of sight. ]

I know a stressed-out housekeeper when I see one. [ Nami mutters under her breath, careful to keep her voice low. ] By the right one a few rounds, they'll tell you all about their job.

[ As if to prove her point, Nami swings a small painting out from the wall, pulling a sack of gold out of the hidden niche there. ]