Ravus stepped through the crowd, not many people knowing who he was because he had only worked for Driftwood, and helped the gypsies who were kicked out of their former encampment get back on their feet and offered them permanent residency in Driftwood. Ravus wasn't a big time hero, but a hero none-the-less. He continued through the crowd, Moonslight strapped tightly to his waist, he had made it to the gate when he saw a little beggar boy looking around for any change on the ground. "Boy, you, come here," He knelt down before the booy and fished out a small bag from his white coat and pulled out three silver bullets, 'Go and buy yourself something to eat and drink." Ravus put the bag away and stood, ruffling the kid's hair and entering the castle walls. He went up to a guard, "I'm looking for a .... Hobbes-son?" The guards pointed him in the direction of the meeting hall. "Thank you," he walked down the corridor at a brisk pace, taking in everything, looking for plausible escape routes and make shift weapons. He soon came to the door and knocked three times before opening it, "I do hope that I am not late."