As things began to wind down amongst the group, Fenris relaxed more in his chair until it was standing on the back two legs.  He had gotten a good measure of his peers and didn't concern himself too much with the details of the plan as of yet.  As a blade for hire, it was his job was to remain fluid while the others focused upon carrying out the objective.  If things went well, his services would be minimal and equate to little more than a beast of burden with the commandeered wares.  Of course, plans rarely ever go exactly as expected.  It is during times when the shit hits the fan when he steps up as the contingency fallback strategy, allowing his improvised tactics to withdraw while mitigating the damage inflicted upon the group as a whole.<br/><br/>There was a slight release of tension in his arms and back once the nobility made their leave.  It wasn't that he held any particular grudges against the upper class.  In fact, he does his best to remain impartial to such issues of politics and typically views them as the people they are rather than the titles they hold.  Granted, people with such a regal upbringing tended to have an inflated air of pompous superiority about themselves, but he did his best to avoid stereotyping them as a whole.  This subtle unease had more to do with the nature of their mission than anything else.  In the purely technical sense, they are part of the group that they intend to bring down and stand to lose everything they've become accustomed to.  Rich, common, or impoverished, such selflessness... or perhaps lack of a sense of self preservation... is rarely seen among anybody.  As far as he could tell they were decent people, but it might have been his line of work that instilled cynicism that made him suspicious that they might do something to come out on top once the dust settled.  Even if it was upon the very bodies of those whom they worked with to achieve their position.<br/><br/>A little paranoia was essential for survival as a hired blade.  As long as it was kept in check, that is.  Asleod trusted them, so Fenris was obliged to give them the benefit of the doubt.<br/><br/>Fenris listened to those who remained in silence.  He was currently in a bodyguard mindset and would wait until Asleod left before he did the same.  It would reflect poorly upon his reputation should something happen to his employer while still at the designated meeting place.  Each safehouse was committed to memory when the map was laid out and would make it a point to reacquaint himself with the areas he was less familiar with.  He would not be content until he learned every viable access point to each location and the best routes to get there, either directly or through winding paths that help to break line of sight when attempting to shake a pursuer.