Quentan Stonehammer<br/><br/>Quentan glanced up at the setting sun and back at the mist shrouded graveyard, "Tis me thinkin' tha' ye be pickin' up yer pace lass,Lil' gud comes o' wanderin' th' grave's in' th' dark."<br/><br/>He resettles the backpack and it's cargo before retrieving his hammer and shouldering it. "Th' mist play's wit' th' mind, but nay sense 'n wastin' time."