<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>Beach => Ruins<br/><br/><strong>Attention:</strong>Mentions Lilliana McClae, Gori/OPEN<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Dantius looked up warily at the old ruins. They looked fairly old, but still, incredibly, intact. His hawkish eyes gazed up at the ruined wall, and they trailed back down to toward the woods around the ruins. He pulled his dagger out and drew it lightly across the stonework's mortar. None came out, whoever made it done fine work, he saw the dwarf touch it with some sense of familiarity.<br/><br/>He heard the red-haired woman being to speak rather loudly. It made him uneasy, but he did not show it. Ruins like this were a great place for an ambush. For all he knew their were crossbowmen hiding up on the ramparts. Still, he did not say anything. He only chose to make himself less conspicuous.<br/><br/>He stalked westward and looked for tracks in the earth. It was no large leap in logic to think that these ruins, which were visible from the sea could be a beacon not only for their group, but those to come before and after. He moved cautiously wary for old traps. This place looked as though it might have seen a siege or two if it was as old as he guessed it was. He kept the rest of the party within his peripheral vision. He was no elf, but he was a pretty damned good tracker.