For Valetni, the question was a simple one, with a difficult answer.<br/><br/>When was he so threatened that he would be forced to gas the area in self defense? His fingers reached inside his robes, to grasp one of the jars that hung against it, his fingers brushing past the gas protection apparatus as well as the stranger's pouch. The jar held more than enough to reach a deadly concentration within the confines of such a small building.<br/><br/>Valetni withdrew his hand, once more snagging on several items on his encumbered harness. Instead, he took up his cane with his right hand, feeling the heft of it. Gassing the area would be an absolute last resort.