<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/2vtQHDS.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong><strong>"Arty" Fellbrook</strong>(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=311048.msg15089568#msg15089568)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Caravan, On Horseback<br/><strong>HP:</strong>42 / 42<br/><strong>AC:</strong>22<strong>Touch:</strong>15<strong>Flat Footed:</strong>17<strong>CMD:</strong>19<br/><strong>Resist:</strong>Electricity 5, Cold 5, Acid 5<br/><strong>Fort:</strong>+4<strong>Reflex:</strong>+3<strong>Will:</strong>+6<br/><strong>Perception:</strong>+10 [Darkvision 60ft]<strong>Initiative:</strong>+10<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Of course, as conversations like this are wont to do, they soon turn to slightly darker subjects. Leave it to a band of adventurers to turn a conversation about clothes and potatoes into one plotting a retaliation against a perceived betrayal. Don't get him wrong, it was certainly something to consider; merchant caravans were attacked by their own guard as often as they were targets for bandits, and he'd been watching the rest of the guards movements for the entire day out of the corner of his eye. They certainly moved like downtrodden and low-wage street toughs, but he hadn't yet seen anything overtly suspicious. He frowned a little. If they were planning something, then perhaps they were in a little more danger than he had otherwise assumed, since they were doing a very good job of acting like nothing was the matter. He made a small, contemplative sound in the back of his throat, then shook his head, ignoring Ian's inane, provocative prattle for a few moments as he considered the situation. He didn't think it likely that they would attack only a day or so outside of town, but it was a possibility, and it always paid to suspect everybody that you didn't know. One thing he'd learned in the world was that there were more selfish and evil people than he would have otherwise liked in the world.<br/><br/>So. Assuming that they attacked, how would they do it? Honestly, they would likely attack in the dead of night, as was the common misconception amongst amateur highwaymen. The best time to launch an ambush was just before dawn, before the changing of the guard; the sleepers were in the middle of their REM cycle, which made coming to and becoming alert especially difficult. Meanwhile, any guards that were on watch would be tired after a long shift and already distracted and thinking about their beds. But these guys? Even if they were good liars, they were probably of the opinion that the dead of night, around midnight, was the best time to strike. No vision, no resistance. Of course, they didn't know that at least one of them could see in the dark, now did they? He nodded slowly.<strong>"I dunno,"</strong>he said cautiously,<strong>"They haven't been acting especially suspicious, so it's hard to tell what their intentions are. But if they <em>do</em> attack, we need a plan. Normally, most assaults by a well trained and clever enemy take place just before dawn, but these guys...they seem like the type to think that more darkness is better. We guard in shifts, duh, but we might wanna boobytrap our campsite a bit. See if we can find the high ground t' camp on, 'n set the guards to waking people up a bit early just in case."</strong><br/><br/>His gaze darkened for just a moment.<strong>"'N put me 'n Ri on guard over the midnight shift. If they try'n move on us in the night, we'll know it."</strong>He doubted they were anticipating a pair'a guards who could see in the dark, after all. He patted Patches neck with an idle hand, a glance being shot towards the guards. If Ian was right, well...there went his evening of fun. More than that, though, who did they think he was? Who did they think they were dealing with? If they tried to betray him, then they would pay the ultimate price and he would laugh as he cut them down for their folly. His blood boiled just thinking about it.<strong>"At least then, they'll be more useful in death than life,"</strong>he muttered softly to himself. There was always a silver lining, after all. And if these guards proved as untrustworthy as everybody apparently suspected...well. At least he could start rebuilding his forces a little, no?