Briar crouched down to take a look at what he had dug up. In all actuality she had done very little grave robbing, and it was mostly the rich who had very different graves than this one but she figured he had a few feet more depending on Glynn's traditions with burial.
Which she hadn't had to understand first hand, thank Clovis.
"Firstly. If I were doing this, especially more than once." Idly almost she reached out to grab a stray leaf and held it up between her fingers loosely to see how the wind was feeling at the moment, "I would do it during the day for the lighting, and I would wear the normal clothing of whoever actually works here. On a low staff day, maybe during temple time or on a holiday." The plan, the con, it came together in her head with a sort of satisfaction that was comforting in it's familiarity.
The wind wasn't too bad still, so her sense of smell wouldn't be impeded, "The Town Marshall is a terrakinetic, so if she decided to do a nightly patrol or came out of the tavern late she would feel what you were doing." Briar shrugged, "I mean, you would probably get away with it, being what you are but is that the kind of attention you want?"
Her voice sounded casual, purposefully trying to not sound condescending. Wouldn't do to piss off a potential client now, would it? Especially one who could be more useful than he realized.