With your back to the lake, you can see what seems like hundreds of little forms silhouetted in the tree-lines... and at the rate their pouring through the woods, you've maybe got half a minute before they descend upon you.<br/><br/><em>&lt;"psst"&gt;</em>You hear from behind you... and when you turn, you see yourself looking down at the sleek grey face of a naiad. She gives you a pointed "come hither" motion of her arms.<em>&lt;"Come, come! Leave horse, dive deep... I keep you safe from broken-jaw goblins..."&gt;</em><br/><br/>And with that, the woman flips and disappears under the water's surface, inky blackness swallowing her almost instantly.