Nobody

Eyes bulging at whatever notion had possessed him to do such a recklessly rebellious action, Nobody wondered at how he could possibly follow up.  He had no experience with leadership, and actively avoided it, and responsibility of any kind, whenever and wherever he could.  The romantic Bohemian lifestyle of old suited him best, wrapped in artistic frivolity and lost to his whims without care.  Maybe that was what drove him to open the gates in the first place - swept up in the moment.  Yeah.  That made sense.
"Here," he said, to some nameless NPC wheelwright, or cobbler, or baker, handing them his improvised flag.  It really didn't matter.  They were the faceless downtrodden of the game, and he contented himself to be one of them.  "Go do something noble with it.  The colour suits you."  A lies of convenience.  The flag was hideous, and not especially visible from a distance.  He didn't care. 
The red-headed chick in the courtyard was still flipping out on people.  Lady Scissor-Hands had broken into the tower.  
'Hey,' he thought to himself, 'there might be some really comfy beds in there.'
Wandering into the castle proper, Nobody did up the buttons on his borrowed captain's outfit, now ripped and tattered in sufficiently Thénardiers style to satisfy his own sodden appearance.  The guards would think him one of their own, having suffered misfortune at the hands of the mob, while the mob would see someone who'd picked up a few mementos along the way.  He could just vanish into the background.
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ID: 202023 LD: 2
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