Entering the carriage silently, Kaelen sits and thinks, mostly about the events of the night.  It had been interesting, to say the least, but more recent events were his primary concern.  Chief among them was the fact that Captain Vignar apparently knew him on sight; he's positive that he only mentioned his name to Rynn, and only his first name at that.  That the Captain would be privy to such knowledge wasn't out of the question, and he obviously knew<span style="font-style: italic">something</span>, but just how much he would have to wait and see.  If nothing else, he suspects that he will be very busy the next few weeks.<br/><br/><div style="padding: 3px; background-color: #FFFFFF; border: 1px solid #d8d8d8; font-size: 1em;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px solid #CCCCCC; margin-bottom: 3px; font-size: 0.8em; font-weight: bold; display: block;"><span onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') {  this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;hide&lt;/a&gt;'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;show&lt;/a&gt;'; }"><b>Spoiler: </b><a href="#" onclick="return false;">show</a></span></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;">Perception check (1d20 + 11): 14 + 11 = 25 -&gt; Success<br/>Initiative (1d20 + 4): 5 + 4 = 9</div></div></div><br/>His train of thought is disrupted by a thump from the top of the carriage.  Looking up, he narrows his eyes when he hears what sounds like a muffled exchange of blows.  His suspicions are confirmed when the carriage takes a sudden turn down a side-street, taking them away from their intended destination.  Either there were some demons left in the city, or someone else has a stake in tonight's events, and isn't afraid to take more direct action.<br/><br/>"Someone just took out our driver."  Carefully drawing one of his swords in the cramped confines of the carriage, he cautiously flicks open the front slat, trying to figure out who or what is on top of the carriage.