Leaning his head back, Keiras takes in a deep breath as he pulls the hood of his tattered leather trench over his head. The metal portcullis gate of Ravenhold lets off a grating noise as it locks shut behind him, and Keiras takes his first few steps as a free man in nearly two decades. He lets out a deep sigh as he slings the bag he carries with him over one shoulder and makes his way through the rain, thinking to himself, ‘Oh Freeport, how things will be different this time around. How the years have made me grow. Conspiracy and heresy, you all know nothing of the sort. But I will teach them to you.‘ The splash from his ragged boots sends waves along the gathered water on the cobblestone along his path, a determined stride rode by a wide grin.