Revvil had nothing to pack either, everything he owned he carried on his person. So as the Captain and First Mate left, he did so as well, though not to go home.
He walked the opposite way down the street as them, and entered the next tavern he came to. He didn't need any sleep now, he had slept most of the day away, he would wait here with a drink until sunrise.
As a draconian, he didn't get drunk very easily, but it wasn't impossible, and after a few drinks his temper would be up. Revvil wouldn't let that happen, not now, when being drunk could wreck his chance at a sailing job.
He sat down at the bar and ordered an ale.