<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/bf/Ragnar.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Ragnar<br/><br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Beach<br/><br/><strong>Attention:</strong>Open. Adrian.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Sir Ulfric stood at the front of the bow of the lead longboat as it was propelled towards shore. While he was comfortable with ship life, they had spent many long days on board and he was eager to feel the steadiness of land beneath his feet and eat some meat. Not salted meat, but fresh meat. And no more fish - at least not for a week. Fresh water was also a priority too. Everyone could use a wash, to get the salt from their skin and clothes. He had wrapped his weapons and armor in protective deerskin for the journey to protect it from the acidic properties of the salt, knowing what it could do to such metals.<br/><br/>His boots were the first to make an imprint on the sand and then he helped the others remove their packs from the boat, watching as the Dwarf muttered a prayer. He couldn't help but smile at that - the Dwarf had been by far the worst off during the voyage and was probably the most thankful that they had made landfall at last. He imagined that the Dwarf would have been just as happy to make land even if there had been a hostile welcoming party to greet them.<br/><br/>He took a moment to collect himself, drawing in a deep breath of air that he held for a few seconds before exhaling, knowing that the hardest part of their journey was over. They had made landfall, they had reached the fabled West, and they could return home now if they wanted, their mission a success. But the ruins on the outcropping bespoke of people that had lived her once. Why they had abandoned the fort, he could not tell, but he was certainly interested in exploring the Western Lands to see what they had to offer.<br/><br/>The voice of Adrian caused Ragnar to turn his attention to the half-elf. He had never known a half-elf that had dark-elf blood in him before. It made for an interesting appearance. But at least the man knew how the chain of command worked. A few of the others had already run off but Ragnar did not think they'd run into any trouble. A hostile party would have seen them coming for a long time, and the sparse trees along the peninsula to the outcropping couldn't hide an Elf, let alone a group of people.<br/><br/>"We head to the ruin. We'll make camp there - its probably our best option until we can send out some scouting parties into the woods and a boat along the shore. But I think we could all do with some solid rest and some solid food for a few days before we exert ourselves too much. We'll reconvene once the Ruins are secured and camp is setup. Just be wary - we don't really know what awaits us."