~Gideon Ravenor~
Gideon sighed softly, the essence of the garden was rather refreshing. In minutes he had categorized every single aspect of the garden, leaving no information unattended. He would not be caught off guard. He refused to be.
Low profile. Don't ruffle feathers. Don't agitate the staff. Last of all. Don't open the gate. Low profile. Don't ruffle feathers. Don't agitate the staff. Last of all. Don't open the gate. Low profile. Don't ruffle feathers. Don't agitate the staff. Last of all. Don't open the gate. Low profile. Don't ruffle feathers. Don't agitate the staff. Last of all. Don't open the gate.
He repeated over and over and over. He could never forget this code. In any new area he decides upon one code he goes by. Depending on the place and residents. Gideon let out a long sigh. no information here. He looked over to see a few people talking in the gardens. He began to listen in on their conversation. His hearing adept to even the sounds of a pin drop.
"Knowledge is my weapon, prediction my shield. I am a living weapon."