Ferji
While the disappearance of the ranger left him startled for a moment, he was soon shrugging and jogged towards the fire. He figured his size, or lack of it, would keep him hidden, he was barefoot, and his chainmail was too rusty to make a lot of noise. And if he were wrong there'd be no problems either. If there were friendly people near the fire, they'd appreciate him not sneaking up on him, and if there were evil people he could eat
and get to do some killing. He was good at fighting, so he usually won. And winning was fun...
With this much reasoning his mind was overheating, so he allowed his thoughts to trail off to wherever they were going as he went.
OOC: I'm off, probably 'til Monday, but I trust CCL will look after Ferji and keep the story going
