Seth walked boldly toward the tavern. They had searched most of the buildings in the village, and those they hadn't searched they had scanned. Now all he needed to do was take the tavern, but he had decided to try a subtler approach. He had left the town, leaving his team to continue to raise hell and keep the town’s attention focused on them, and entered it from another gate. He hadn't even been scanned, probably because the inexperienced guards weren't expecting an attacker to bother going through the gate, when there was a gaping hole in the barricade. He opened the tavern door and walked in nonchalantly. There was no outcry. Evidently the sentries didn’t consider him a threat. The plan was, he would identify the leader, contact the team, capture the leader and hold of the enemy until the team arrived, which they would likely do within two minutes (It’s a small town, after all). He seated himself next to a weary looking man, with blue eyes, and blond hair. Seth’s eyes roamed around the room, seeking anything that would give away who the leader was. Eventually, he resorted to scanning people’s minds. He first tried the man next to him, but his mind was strongly shielded; he was confident he could overwhelm the barriers, but that would attract unwanted attention. Next he tried the bartender. The boss wants a barrel of ale for him and his men. I’m starting to run low, and the new load still hasn’t arrived! The man hefted a cask of ale and carried it into the next room. This looked promising. He got up and walked to the bar. Confident no-one was watching him, he nonetheless affected their senses to make him, not invisible, as that took too much energy, considering the fight he was about to start, but unremarkable, as if he was simply part of the background. It wasn’t hard; all the people in the bar was drunk, to greater or lesser degrees, and alcohol tends to make the senses easy to fool. He slipped into the next room. At the far end of the room and richly dressed man and two other, serious appearing, men, nursed their drinks. All three had strongly shielded minds. He waited for the bartender to leave, then felled them with a quick succession of mind-blasts. He dragged the three of them into a shadowy corner, where they could not be seen, and contacted his team. Team! NOW! If anyone intercepted it, it would not likely give him away, and his team knew what to do. He sat on the pile of unconscious bodies in the corner, invisible in the shadows, and waited.
