I sat waiting for an oncoming mercenary company - unconcerned, I had them by more than 2-1 - in this deep forest, near twilight. There was a light mist rising in the distance, and out of this mist came the gray shadows of my enemy. We rained arrows down on them, and then broke their line, scattering them like so many leaves. But the chase led me out of the canopy, onto a small brook, and I discovered to my surprise, it wasnt as late as I thought, and the bright sun made the greens shine, and the waters seem inviting. It was almost obscene to hunt down the last of the survivors.