> "Alright, thanks."
> Head over to our tent and crash for a little while. Try sleeping on our stomach to mitigate the hardness of the ground.
>"Sleep well," says Robin. "I'll just be out here getting Charcoal ready."
>You try to sleep on your stomach, but it's not terribly comfortable either...ultimately you toss and turn for awhile, but eventually you drift off.
>Wind blows softly through the leaves, rustling fills the air. With each moment, they rustle a little longer, a little more gently. Each motion of each leaf slows a bit more than the last. This is good. This is right. You rejoice in it, savoring each exquisite moment as they draw out longer and longer. Through the trees, you can see a wagon, a big wooden thing with banded of iron, drawn by horses and flanked by a number of men in armor, following a road that wends through the thick trees. With each moment, it too slows. Then they strike, a pair in green cloaks emerging from the brush. Were they moving at normal speed, you would have missed them. One is taller and red-haired, the other smaller and dark-haired. Moving as one, bows are draw. Arrows begin to fly, covering whole feet per moment, such is their speed.
>"Lily, it's about time," comes Archer's voice; your eyes snap open.
>_