Gil wrapped his cloak around his body and sat next to the little man, "I had my cuirass, greaves and gauntlets blackened in the forge for the very purpose of not glinting in the sun and here I am, wearing only my freshly polished chainmail." Gil shook his head at his momentary lapse in foresight. 
	
	"So, River, what are your thoughts? What manner of monstrosity could lay such waste and deal such wanton death?" Gil was genuinely curious as he had never encountered such atrocities. He had seen all manner of wicked machinations of the minds of men but none of the like of the field ahead of him.