As Raoul walked down the cobble stone he heard the clashing of a sword fight in the distance along with cries of jubilation from the locals.  He pulled his cloak closer around his face to keep his features from showing mot wanting the people to know who he was after all the streets at this time without escorts could be dangerous if he ran into the wrong crowd.  Up ahead he saw a large gathering along with several guards supposedly out to collect taxes.  He knew they sometimes took their own cut and disapproved but his father of course had the last word.  There was something strange with this gathering though along with the commoners and guards there was also a masked vigilante who moved with the speed and grace of a cat his moves fluid but quick like a well trained swordsman...one he would be willing to pay double the salary of any man on his royal guard.  He backed a little into the shadows across the street so that they cloaked him hiding his presence.  His grey eyes narrowed following the fighters movements growing more and more impressed with  the fighter and less so with the soldiers at every passing moment.  He had never been so glad that his father would send him out after one of their heated arguments,it seemed they couldn't agree on anything and the older he was the angrier his father became.  He was sure he knew why, the older he was the more of a threat he was for the throne his father had no sense of loyalty and therefore expected his son to have none as well.  After a long moment of hiding and contemplating all of this he decided that he would find out who this masked vigilante was and hire him to be part of his personal guard now all there was to do was enjoy the show and wait for him to leave so he could follow and figure out where he lived.