<div style="text-align: left;">(http://s21.postimg.org/vky934kl3/ranger.jpg)<br/>Varis Galanodel (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=90899)<br/>Location: Deck of the Dusk Strider<br/></div><br/>Varis frowned as he stood on the deck. Dae sat by his side, watching the sea roll on before he lost interest and lay down. The dark haired elf frowned and folded his arms over his chest as he watched the distant place coming. He wasn't happy about seeing it. In his travels he'd heard of fleets of boats, big and small, clumping together to form societies of some kind. But these stories and rumors were left to large rivers or even seas, but never open water like this. The ones he had heard of had reportedly been near enough land to walk onto it. The only one he had ever seen had been a small community of mostly fishermen and a handful of traders that dealt in light cargo.<br/><br/>"A raftfleet?" he wondered out loud as he moved to the side of the ship.<br/><br/>His hand reached up, grabbing one of the lines that ran down to it. At the same time his nimble figure raised up onto the railing of the ship and looked out. His eyes weren't like an eagle, but he could see much better than most. He breathed in the air as he began to take stock, trying to figure out exactly how bad this might end up.