Noxtol - Dragonborn Ranger

Though typically he tended to keep to himself, Noxtol was not one to turn down the clear advantage of traveling among a group when he encountered these other adventurers heading out for Winterhaven as well. In casual conversation he had even learned that they shared similar goals centering upon the ruined keep. Surely he'd be able to complete his assigned task with relative ease, even if there was the chance that someone among this party would stand in his path at procuring any discovered treasure, but he'd cross that bridge later.

As they continued on their way, the Dragonborn took in their surroundings. He took notice of the footprints as pointed out by their large Goliath, the Dwarf beginning to wander ahead of the group, and the human woman instructing him from pursuing such an action. Noxtol could only dryly retort as he began to stroke one of his clawed fingers upon the end of his short sword, "Perhaps we should let him? It would draw out any attackers lying in wait..."