Ramius Kastagir, East of Gallowsford

Ramius stopped calmly as the other revenant spoke, he had no need to be hostile for the moment. Casually the White Raven plunged the shaft of his banner to the wet soil and took one final step towards the mounted figure with his hands calmly held behind his back. "I bet if I were any of the other of our kind this forest would soon be a field of battle." Though slightly mumbling his voice was loud enough for the rider to hear. "I would not like that, for there would be no one to tell the tale." Ramius tilted his head slightly to the right and smiled his rather unnerving half smile. "To answer your question I was leading this rabble close to Campus Magnus in hopes of proper combat, instead we only came across a small patrol - who decided to... volunteer for my cause." The White Raven's chuckle had no joy or warmth in it as he glanced at his forces.

He turned his attention back to the rider while scratching his goatee with the skeletal fingers of his right hand. "Now you are probably thinking what to do with this 'upstart' you see in front of you? I can assure you if it would have been battle I was seeking we would not be even having a conversation to begin with." Ramius' tone had a very slight hint of cold amusement to it, like he was remembering something from so far away. "So either you charge at me and it will be like we never had even this little chat, or we can continue being polite to each other and avoid a needless scuffle. What say you, sir?"