He stared ahead at the horizons as the babbling brook's stream started to pewter out into the dams. His tired, icy blue eyes and battered armour glistened under the full moon. It's been a long time since the battle ended and Kubaro was tired. You stumbled upon the warrior, an enemy to your kingdom. He panted, setting his tired horse legs on the mildew covered grass. He does not notice your existence, for he drank the entire gourd jug with water.