I always hope for the best, but plan for the worst.All my worst case scenarios have our charges being kidnapped or killed.<br/><br/>I sit by the window, looking out at the people passing by. I note the movements of drunks, trained fighters and untrained ones, a swordfight between 2 drunk fighters on the street. My mind works to draw patterns, and to spot those that are staying here, and those that arent.<br/><br/>Ive watched several enter and leave the inn, and note the presence of two thugs walking purposefully towards the front doors of the inn that we're staying in. I can tell from their walk that theyre of low fighting skill, but built big enough to win by intimidation and standover tactics if their fighting skill fails them.<br/><br/>I think for a second, are they meeting someone here in the inn, or are they here for another reason. I sit by the door and open it just a crack. I look out of the tiny crack and listen for the sound of gas escaping from the balls i put in front of the room with our charges. As theyre transparent, anyone entering wont see them, but will hear them, but by then, it will be too late.