Sheryl, a young streetwalker you recruited to your service with gold and promises, has proven herself quite useful as your agent amongst the living. As she was pound by a fae pact to serve you, you have no fear that she will turn against you in any but the most egregious circumstances.
Numerous summoned servitors, each with their own set of abilities, are ready to do whatever you ask of them. Their magical and mundane skills can do what yours cannot, and have proven invaluable in almost all your successes thus far.
Sarai, an older vampire who described herself as an assassin and mercenary, allowed you to use some of her supplies and stay in her concealed crypt in the merchant's district for the first few days you were in the city.
Bryden, a much older vampire who has apparently attempted repeated rebellion against your lord, has secured himself a position as a noble in the city and provided you with some information and contacts.
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You doubt that it will come to much, but you look to Mobuion. "Is there any chance that we can disable or dispel these?"
He shakes his translucent head. [Eater-of-Skulls is not powerful enough to dispel it on his own, and neither you nor I have such skills.]
Blast. Well, there was nothing for it, then; you weren't leaving without your planned take. You move the unconscious people to the far side of the store and glance over the books and valuables, removing anything that catches your eye. Once you have a modest pile, you distribute the lighter items to your servants, place the rest into a convenient sack, and prepare to order your summons to take cover as you-
-wait. The pawnbroker can obviously open the strongbox without a problem, and unless you miss your guess, the man lying naked against the wall is he. That presents an obvious solution. You move over to him and focus your will in your voice. "Open the strongbox."