We were somewhere around Loghome on the edge of the forest when the drugs began to take hold. I remember saying something like "I feel a bit lightheaded; maybe you should take the reins. ..." And suddenly there was a terrible roar all around us and the sky was full of what looked like huge bats, all swooping and screeching and diving around the carriage, which was going about thirty miles an hour with the top down to New Heomar. And a voice was screaming "By the gods! What are these goddamn animals?"
Then it was quiet again. My barrister had taken his tunic off and was pouring ale on his chest, to facilitate the tanning process. "What the hell are you yelling about?" he muttered, staring up at the sun with his eyes closed and covered with wraparound Telabirian sunglasses. "Never mind," I said. "It's your turn to steer." I reined the horses in and aimed the Great Red Kraken toward the shoulder of the tradeway. No point mentioning those bats, I thought. The poor bastard will see them soon enough.
Spoiler: The bats were actually vampires.