My plan required darkness for implementation, so I had a few hours preparation before I would swing into action, which gave me time enough to prepare.
First step was back to the All-Church, where this time I really would be robbing the place.
No plan is ever perfect, I�ve found, and improvisation is often required to deal with unexpected hiccups.� In this case, the hiccups took the form of six burley gentlemen of various species who surrounded me as soon as I left the ale-house.
I mentally kicked myself for not finding a window in order to check out the street, but in all likelihood, I probably wouldn�t have noticed them or thought them anything more than a few guys out for a drink with some friends.� Which is probably what they were before we crossed paths.
�Well, well� said the biggest of them �What do we have here, then, eh?�� He affected a swagger, probably more for the benefit of his friends than for me.� He clearly didn�t see me as any sort of threat.� A swift stabbing in the vitals would soon persuade him of the error of his ways.� For the second time today, I reached for my dagger only to find an empty belt.
I would have to do this the hard way.