<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/7d/Doc21.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong>Dylan Silverheart</strong></span>(http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=190719.msg9238263#msg9238263)<br/>(Stats) (http://plothook.net/RPG/profiler/view.php?id=13032)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>At Camp<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Everybody<br/><hr/><br/>Dylan removed his black Stetson and wiped his brow, surveying the small campsite. His eyes immediately picked out the holes in the security perimeter and identified a ridge not far from the camp that would be ideal for an overlook, or an attacking sniper. At least most of the surrounding terrain was flat. If anything approached them they'd probably have ample warning, unless it came from underground. Then they'd have damn little warning, just like always. If these devices worked a whole lot of lives were going to be saved, and there might be a lot more employment opportunities for security professionals. A good deal all around.<br/><br/>"I've never been known to be slow at pitching a tent, young miss," Dylan remarked to Sam. "Though not likely to turn down help either. But I think I'll have a little walk around first if it's all the same to you. If that means I end up losing your contest, well, I'll apologize in advance to anyone who ends up seeing more than they bargained for on this little trip."<br/><br/>"Anyone want to accompany a gentleman on a stroll around the grounds? I've a mind to check out that ridge yonder." He was particularly interested in the latecomer to their band, another young spitfire who'd been quiet on the trip down. "How about you, little lady?" he said to Shikoba. "Fancy a stretch of the legs?"<br/><br/>"Might have use of that nose of yours too," he mentioned offhandedly to the kobold without looking in his direction.<br/><br/><br/>