You have been walking since dawn, your hastily-erected camp broken just as hastily as soon as the thin scraps of sky you could glimpse through the leaves began to lighten. You did not sleep the night before, not under these trees, but your legs at least feel rested and your companions seem in high spirits. In an hour or so you will be in high spirits as well, when the hard-packed dirt of the trail finally breaks free of the oppressive canopy above and begins to slope downwards towards the plains. When you can see the city walls in the distance and the wide sky above. When you can start imagining the waiting bag of gold and the first tankard of ale you will buy with it. For now, you are on high alert – every minute that has passed without incident in this place has made you warier, the last day and a half sitting heavily in the pit of your stomach. For now you watch.