<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<em>Albatross</em>, top deck<br/><br/><strong>Attention:</strong>OPEN<br/><br/><hr/><br/>The sun was hot out on the blue waves. The smell of salt air was familiar and comforting to Dantius. It reminded him of his younger days. He gave the captain of the ship a wry look when he dubbed him a land lover. He grew up running the ratlines, pulling in canvas, still he was not brought on to sail the ship, he was brought on to track down another party. He crossed his arms and checked his gear. He checked his pack to make sure none of the items were missing. He moved his steel mirror to one of his belt pouches, as well as one of his spools of twine. Walking up and down near the rail of the ship. He unpacked his armor. Normally he wore simple tan cloth clothing with sashes like many of the people of his homeland. He shrugged on his chest piece and cinched it. Next were the thigh guards and elbow guards. It did not take him long to suit up.<br/><br/>Taking up his short bow he pushed down on the arms until it bent in and he slipped the sinew bowstring over the other arm. Dantius slung it over his shoulder while he slung it over one shoulder while he affixed his quiver to the small of his back. It was a small quiver only holding a dozen arrows. He adjusted the bow to his other shoulder so it would be slung diagonally across his back. Next he checked his axe. It was homely but effective. It had a small pick on the other side that was just as useful in combat as the bit. He slipped the axe back into the loop of leather on his belt that served as a holster. Next he checked his dagger and tested its point and balance. He flipped it over his hand a few times and strapped the sheathed dagger to his left thigh.<br/><br/>Dantius threw his rucksack over his shoulder and went to find the rest of the party. He was ready to go, anxious even. He did not show it. Dantius knew he had to be patient, but after weeks at sea he was ready to get started. They knew he was looking for what happened to the last expedition to come to the West, but they did not know his personal stake in this expedition. He would like to keep  it that way. He walked toward the aft of the ship wrapping his fingers in strips of leather. Gloves were too restrictive, but he did not like busted knuckles so he often wrapped his hands in this fashion. He crossed his arms, ready for them to drop the longboats to go ashore.