Around midnight, Rosrk already knew about the outcome of the battle. He didn't have to send more men to confirm what had happened… if his soldiers were that outmatched, they would have been defeated already, and just having numbers wouldn't help them that much. If the enemy was someone that they could have defeated, they should have returned by now…
With that in mind, Rosrk grabbed his favorite horse and then began to ride south, fully equipped for battle. He had a large dark sword on his back, and he was itching to use it… it had been a while since he felt the need to deal with a problem himself, but he was thankful for it. It wasn't every day that someone would pick a fight with him… the others that were like him were too cautious, and they would rather wait for the chance to kill him when he messed up.
"Don't disappoint me, young archer," Rosrk said and then began to laugh.
