They were taking the weapons. THE WEAPONS.
My need to survive is far greater than my need for companionship. Whats more... these swords are apart of me now. To remove them from my body would be the same as severing my limbs... No. I need to leave now. Luckily my presence has inspired little more than a few glances. However, if they are trying to kill us all then there may be guards at the door to stop anyone with the interest of keeping their weapons from leaving. Feigning an interest in the restroom to deter any wandering eyes I slip into the womens restroom, thankfully vacant. The mens would not open into the alley way that would most benefit me. Quickly I slip through the window into the shadow of the two buildings beside me.

I begin to slink away from the Town Hall, but I then realize that my instinct may place me in a particularly strong position of exploitation. If I could listen into the conversation without giving up my weapons, then I would be uniquely suited to aid any individuals put in a position of danger. Furthermore, knowing the goings on of this city may enable me to survive here longer than in the other cities I've traveled through.

Pondering this a moment I make my decision and circle the building for a drainpipe. Finding one, I shimmy my way up it and back around to the alley-side of the town-hall.Finding a window that opens into the lobby where everyone is gathered. I drop myself down to the window, gripping the top frame and standing on the sill. The darkness of the alley behind me should prevent me from being noticed through the window. Crouching on the sill I draw my Tanto and slice away one of the rubber seals on the miniature panes of glass. Then, sheathing the weapon, I blow into the rubber seal, sending the glass out through the path of least resistance, and into my waiting hand. I then place the sheet of glass into my backpack.

Finally I hammock myself between the walls right under the window. now I should be able to listen in relative safety.