"A-HAH! Now there's a tale for the ages. It were a night as black as pitch, a handful o' summers ago back in pretty Gyr Abania. Meself'n a team o'... mm, might've been four'r five, we were crawlin' the sands on our bellies, aye? Wantin' to keep low o' the searchlights they had peerin' out from the towers a ways outside o' Rhalgr's Reach... Hells was the scout's name... Gurmond? Grazan? --Gorimond! Thassit. He'd crawled ahead, y'gather, seein' as his father said he were born with eagle's eyes, and out o'the quiet o'the night and our slow scufflin' comes the call from Gorimond on the linkpearl. Three black-an'-crimson sentries, marchin' down the path, his way! Well, now our lad needs backup, aye, 'cause -- keen eyed as he were, a man three-to-one's like to be in a pickle -- so two o'the other lads, they take their knives in hand'n skulk out to politely introduce the patrols to their makers. Meself, I'm the only gun, so it's the high ground fer me -- and as it happens, there were a short scale o' rock to the left o' me, so up it I go, with the barrel o' the rifle between m'teeth... But one o'the sentries belts out a cry then, yeah? And the searchlights start goin' wild! Bloomin' lights swingin' this way and that round the desert floor, like coinpurses at a tavern-house, aimin' to catch a sight o' me boys on the ground -- and one of 'em is bang on its way! A man can't have that -- but he CAN have steady aim and a prayer. So I say one, ready the other -- point me gun up to the nearest tower... and BANG! ...Turns out I missed the man, but what I didn’t miss were the ceruleum-powered searchlight itself, which promptly did that thing what ceruleum does. Explode, an' that. SPECTACULARLY. Sent the bloody whor-- I mean, the enemy soldier AND his bloomin' lights sky-high. There's tell they could see it all the way in Ala Ghiri! --HAH. I'll tell ye, though, me boys had no trouble dispatchin' the rest o' the patrol after that."