Worthy felt insulted. Surely it was evident that he would only enter through a window if he'd already examined the area first. Alchemists, at least living ones, needed to learn preparation. And he was evidently alive, so he must be prepared. Also, he doubted there were that many gunmen hiding out in the tavern, and he could smell the scent of (rather poor quality) black powder on one of the men.<br/><br/>By the time Ashton had left, he had several ideas of a chemical nature in mind.<br/>"You say that the rarity of a pistol would be a problem, making it far too distinctive until our presence is revealed. I would suggest that explosions might carry the same problem, given the lack of alchemists of my... calibre."<br/>He sniffed, slipping a hand under his cloak, running fingers over various containers.<br/>"Also, properly, completely destroying a building via explosion would require significant alchemical power. Which would in turn require large amounts of resources, and carry the risk of danger for anyone involved. Including me. Instead, perhaps we -"<br/><br/>Ashton re-entered the room, claiming that the powder stains were gone.<br/><br/>"Ah. Yes. You. I was saying that while explosions are feasible, I might suggest fire instead. In fact, if we have three buildings to deal with at once, I could provide you good fellows with moderately portable devices of an incendiary nature. With co-ordination, the few of us could appear to be a whole group, as few can create comparatively safe portable firebombs. Well, anyone could just ram a newspaper in a bottle of spirits and set it alight, but I promise you that this would be far more effective. And fire is an excellent panic weapon, since it causes fear long after its birth."<br/><br/>"It would take two, two and a half days to acquire and process the materials. Unless you specifically require big booms. But plans are not my job. At least, not their setting up."<br/><br/>Worthy patted himself in the general area where he thought he'd last put his money-pouch.<br/><br/>"Oh, and gold. Or silver. For the alchemy of persuasion, and the alchemy of transforming it into silence, hands and equipment." He eyed Ashton as he spoke. The man looked wealthy enough. Perhaps he was the monetary source for the endeavor? Unless the mysterious Mr. Verse was dealing out the coins.<br/><br/>Either way, Worthy hoped that he was going to be well paid for this war. Civil was fine with him, but he wanted a paid one.