<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/5c/Dantius.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Dantius "Ghost" Adelhiem<br/><br/><strong>Location:</strong>The shore<br/><br/><strong>Attention:</strong>Open/Gori<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Dantius scanned. The shore was open, he would easily get a shot off on any attackers. He was here for something other than the rest of the group. He spied the dwarf already blazing a trail up the incline. Shrugging slung his bow back over his shoulder and replaced his arrow. If the dwarf was going on ahead then he was either eager to get started or took his orders from Ragnar. Either way it was good enough for Dantius.<br/><br/>"Master Dwarf," he called out softly, "better not go alone," and he simply fell into stride with the dwarf. He was paid to scout and blaze paths for these people and he would. He'd seen Ragnar's kind of commander, he would not become expendable. In point of fact, Ragnar was not footing his bill, so if the man wanted to come and give him orders he'd have to do a bit of walking.<br/><br/>Observant eyes scanned the landscape as he made it up the incline with the dwarf. Dantius always liked the dwarves, they were a lot like him. They were terse and didn't brook nonsense. "What brings you to this forgotten place?" he asked his voice barely above a whisper. He was not one given to shouting. Call it the scout in him. Dantius kept his eyes open for strange signs and activity.