After the early evening had passed, Spokane, one of the youngest and fresh faced of the convention, headed back to the the hotel where his wife waited. Neither he, nor the eyes that scoured those who wandered in and out of town made note of each other. Perhaps his innocent face had saved him this time.
Just for the record, I am Spokane. I think an attempt on my life was made this last night.
I do have a "foil the attempt on you" ability.
Now, who would want to see me dead? I think the windbag has a hand in this and therefore I vote: Andres the fart.