The air around the castle was....<em>different</em>. Not cleaner like Havien expected or easier to breath, not emptier of the smogs and aromas. Stifling a sigh, Havien continued his walk through the main thoroughfare wearing clothes only slightly better than the average denizen of Bowerstone. If he had the choice he would have worn slightly better, decidedly cleaner clothes, but he didn't own any better and was too busy looking for general improvements within the old quarter to bother with affording better laundry cleaners.<br/><br/>The crowds cheered, either for him or just for the general cheery mood Havien did not know. The single man following him stared around them in awe, having not seen such crowds before. Havien didn't blame the man, one of his lieutenants, for staring. Havien himself had only been to the Castle once, and that was simply to stare in awe, take in the wonders of the king's residence.<br/><br/>"You know they won't let you in." Havien spoke under the noise of the crowd. The man just shrugged. Just as he did when there had been twenty, then a dozen, six, then five, each man having some standing in Havien's agency, each wanting to go with him, demanding to show that Havien was more than just  small time hero. He wouldn't have any of it, though it did make him proud, the only one to stay with him was this man who had simply shrugged at each point Havien made, who simply shrugged now, uncaring and indifferent. A good man to have at your back. A loyal man.<br/><br/>Finally making it to the gate,  Havien strode in, wondering when the guards would stop his man. They did just inside the gates, telling the man to wait in the courtyard while Havien went inside. Looking back as he entered, he saw the man simply shrug and stand to the side, impassive.<br/><br/>Turning to the front, Havien took in the grand furnishings within. The spoils of riches. "I am hear, I do not know if I am late, nor do I know where to go, I was told to find a specific man of the king but the name was unclear, a Mr. Gibson?" He spoke to the nearest person, a servant who dubiously looked at a nearby guard before clearing her throat. "Thats a Hobson sir Hero. Please follow me."