The following morning, the survey of the Narlmarches began anew. There were still many dangers lurking in the woods that threatened Zeltennia and impeded her expansion. The morning drew on and turned into afternoon. One tree started to look like all the rest, and soon they all blended together. The stagnant air was stifling.
Sometime during the afternoon, probably the afternoon anyway (the forest was so thick it was hard to tell what time of day it was), finally some relief. Syrio heard the rustling of the breeze making its way through the leaves. Then suddenly the rustling turned into a whoosh followed by the tearing of fabric and the agonizing scream of Anera.