"Forgive my more barbaric behavior," He holstered his pistol and stared around the room, "Balverines are not exactly my favorite creatures, seeing as my family was slaughtered by a pack of the devils, I killed my own parents after they turned." He sighed and looked at the ugly, headless statue, then back to the other heroes, "I am going to say what is on some of our minds right now." He stood, and looked around the room, trying to meet everyone's eyes. Ravus took off his hat and ran his fingers through his black hair. "Change will always happen, adapting is the way of all creatures, it is survival of the fittest. You say you want your homeland to be protected from guns and loud noises, but the fact is, that even if we do outlaw guns and other loud noises, people will still bring them in illegally, they will hunt your creatures, this is the law of nature. Your creatures need to understand that, and with knowledge comes acceptance, and with acceptance comes power. I know you want to preserve your land as much as possible,we all do, but to ask for so much,and give so little seems rather ludicrous. I know I am being hypocritical, but my people are from Albion, and yet they have been considered outcasts and criminals, what do we owe the kingdom? Nothing, I will help as much as I can, but the people of Driftwood will have no part of supporting a kingdom that attacks us and slanders their names."