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It was a few hours after our discovery of Markem's betrayal that the storm died down enough that travel was no longer a struggle. The hail had vanished and the rain was no longer pelting us with enough force to leave red marks, not to mention that the wind no longer felt like it would blow me away if I stood still for too long.

From what I could tell of our surroundings we were only around an hour away from Orton and had probably left behind the twin horn disciples. From what Markem and the other guy had said they had assumed we wouldn't be traveling in this and would be taking the long path, which meant at this moment they were still probably waiting for us. Getting back to the camp might be a problem, but we'd figure that out later. We still had to reach Orton and with our luck who knew what would happen.