Ramius Kastagir, relatively deep in the Iron Forest.

"...Perhaps we should ...advance more cautiously." One of the lesser revenants suggested with a polite edge to it's raspy voice. Ramius did not answer, instead he just examined their surroundings aa the group shambled forwards. The White Raven had no interest in the matters of the living - nor did he care that much of the matters of other revenants either. Suddenly he lifted his left hand, motioning his forces to stop - he did not care about the few who continued shambling forwards. His eye had spotted a rider - a revenant by his quick estimate. "It would seem we have company." Ramius shook his head slightly as he moved the banner to his left hand and gouged an eye from the head of one the most recently risen shambling soldier and used it to fill his empty eyesocket. Soon the cold fire filled the second eye as well. "Wait here." The tall revenant ordered his men and began calmly approaching the rider.