With a dispairing look at the darkening sun, Eccelisa bounded after Dasavi and Arro, her blue eyes hard and her brow furrowed. By now the trio should have been a couple hours out of the woods, but they weren't.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">The gods must surely have a hand in this, and if not a hand then a huge finger. The delays were planned... They had to be planned...</span>Eccelisa thought bitterly as she dodged trees. Skidding to a stop, she heard the sounds of a fierce brawl a few steps to her left. Peeking through the foliage, she saw Dasavi stuck in indecision, Arro charging with a dagger in his hand, and a large bear and horse flinging dirt and leaves everywhere. Eccelisa instinctively drew a pheasant fletched arrow and readied it on her long bow. If anything bad was going to happen, she'd rather be prepared for it.