Ravus stood outside the room for a bit, hearing the muffled voices through the doors. He sighed and pulled off one of the silver daggers from his left jacket sleeve and a coarse stone, sharpening the blade. He wasn't good with diplomatic situations. When he found his blade to satisfaction, Ravus slipped it back into place and exhaled heavily. He was bored, but he didn't want to go back in and hear more bickering and debating, it made him upset because he was getting into the fighting, and he knew that his people weren't going to help until they were shown more respect than justto be seen as petty thieves. Ravus pulled the dagger back out and start flipping it between his fingers, trying to occupy himself.