The next to arrive was the representative of Bloodstone, Gideon. Adorned in his black and red highland kilt and a matching shirt that would have suited the most elegant of Prince, he had truly stepped into his roll in his opinion. He approached the castle, his hammer,<em>The Faerie Hammer of the Moon King</em>, hanging from his back. He was not alone, accompanied by two individuals, friends from back home. They were handy with a blade and quick with a gun and there was many dangerous one ran risk of when travelling from Bloodstone to Bowerstone. He was a hero though, he was safe. He just liked the company.<br/><br/>"Alright boys, I'll leave you here. Go enjoy a few drinks, I'll deal with the politics." announced the blonde haired hero as he turned to face them. They exchanged quick farewells for now before parting ways, they to Bowerstones drinking hole and he towards the Castle. Firm steps carried him the rest of the way, you wouldn't have to know him to know he was a man with purpose. As was always the case, he was greeted at the entrance by Hobson, a polite man if perhaps not one who's priorities were in the best place as far as Gideon was concerned. Regardless, he escorted the hammer wielding hero towards where the Royal Court would be meeting.<br/><br/>They were good people, the ones gathered here. Since they had all come into their powers, they had proved virtue and strength a times a dozen by a dozen! "Greetings ladies and gentlemen. I hope you are all well."[/purple] He greeted with a nod of his head before taking seat, one hand resting on his leg, the other arms' elbow on the table, stroking at the blonde mutton chops he wore.