<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 beach<br/><br/><strong>Attention:</strong>OPEN<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Dantius hopped over the side of the long boat and helped the sailors secure it quickly. The current was gentle now, but but who knew what the weather held. He squatted down and took a handful of the sand of the western land. He brought it to his nose. It didn't smell any different than the sands of his homeland. He smacked his hands together dropping the ground rocks back onto the beach. It was good to have dirt beneath his boot heels. He took up his bow and put an arrow against the string. He liked the feeling of the hawk fletching. This was a broad spear-point style tip. He adopted an aware posture. He didn't walk so far ahead that he couldn't get back over in a hurry, but it was a habit from his days in a professional military. You didn't move forward without securing your landing area.<br/><br/>He kept the bow pointed down toward the sand. He walked a small circuit near where the longboats were landed. He didn't really expect to be attacked on the beach in the noonday sun. He simply did it to do something. He was sure the expedition leader had plans and orders to give. He looked up at the ruins. He wondered who had built them. Until coming to Reynar he hadn't heard much of the West, but he got the impression that it was a big deal in the city from which they'd set out.<br/><br/>He turned his attention back toward the inland area they would have to travel through to get to the ruins. He was finally in his element. Though he liked finding people in bustling streets the woods were a close second. He gave a glance back toward the longboats and idly shook the sand from his boots.<br/><br/>