Sir Rolf kicked at the ground, puffing up even more dust than the fleeing horses had already flung into the air.  They were mostly wild horses, and he didn't have the time or knowledge to break and train one of those, but he had spotted the colored silks and linens of knights of Raech, and he knew some of them were survivors of the last few days' battles, just like him.  The trouble was that they ran with the wild ones now, and when he approached, they all fled together.  

It was getting dark, and he knew he'd need to make camp soon, but with no food he almost didn't see the point.  His power armor would support him if he decided to just walk, so maybe that was the best choice?  He could point himself east and hope he ran into a Raech town or sentry post.  He was searching the sky for astronomical markers to determine direction when he saw a different sort of light.  A camp fire?  It could be another survivor, he reasoned.  It might be work approaching, at least to rule that out.  

Rolf drew his great sword, and started walking toward the light.