Ravus sat there listening to all the bickering, he smirked to himself thinking that heroes do become more vainas they become more widely known, there were only a handful of them in the room, but their combined egos packed the castle. Ravus glanced at the little flower statue as it bloomed, wondering if a fight would start if he shot that one as well. The smirk on his face turned into a smile which he tilted his hat to cover his face. This all seemed very asinine to Ravus, he wondered exactly what he was doing there, why he was called to the meeting. Ravus wasn't the mayor or acting diplomat of Driftwood, he just helped out the town wherever he was needed. "I have something that I can give, it is not much, but you may reproduce it to have your soldiers read it." Ravus stood and pulled out a few small books each one with a different name seared into the spine. "Trolls, Hobbes, Fairies, demons, balverines, witches, banshees. These are only seven smaller versions of my family's tomes, and these have our families secrets taken out. But these books are manuals of how to effectively spot, and kill these creatures." He stood and lifted up his hat, then slid the books down the table, letting them sprawl out, "now if you don't mind, I would like a little fresh air. He walked to the doors and took a step outside, taking in a solid breath of the smog filled air, he choked a little, but it felt better than being in there.