Ian stops in the middle of his task of checking bodies and such,as Duras issues commands and requests, mopping some sweat from his brow, Ian stands and approaches the paladin, and assumes a casual stance while saying, "Begging his Paladinship's pardon, But I may not know much about gods, and praying and such, but I do know about warfare, being as my homeland, is in pretty much constant such, and I donna think sending off a third of our party to be scouting while there is plenty to do here, we canna find you a camp but lets take care of the gear and loot first, and then move out for safer places, that way we get clear of here quicker , before any of yonder deader's mates, decide they want another go around, and that one (Ian then idicates Anavren) is not one to be trusting with the division of any loot, but of course thats just my opinion.", Ian will then continue his previous task unless Duras feels it nessicary to order him to the contrary.
Ian stands 6'3" tall and weighs around 235 lbs, his clean shaven face and close cropped dark hair add a youthful air to the highlanders visage, but the somber greens and blacks of his tartan, and the twin bastard swords show the tools of his trade.