Shane watched, silent as he considered the cloaked assassin cautiously. He had seen the wraith like man, even ducked when the blade past perilously closed to his shoulder, yet nothing had hit him. The ranger had his bow in his hands, arrows ready to place and aim, but figuring on the speed of this being, he'd best hold his ground... for the moment.<br/><br/>He walked over to where the dead man lay, staring at the face that was hidden in a ragged cloak and dirty rags. Typical. A cowardly monarch would leave his subjects to die while he ran off. Then the ranger lifted his head, eyes cast toward the shadowed man. He turned his head, looking toward a frightened man in a monk's robe.<br/><br/>"Head east, following this path until you reach a rock that resembles a hawk. From there, go north, that will take you to Riven. Go."<br/><br/>As the refugees grouped together, walking away, Shane stayed, still standing near the dead body.<br/><br/>