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Azhar had followed Athwen's instructions and spent the remainder of the evening preparing the wagons to depart the next morning. Everyone who could stand on their feet had helped gather and pack away the supplies that needed to be transported the next day. They had lined the back of the wagon with soft blankets, assembled packets with flasks of water and food, and made sure that all the healer's supplies were readily available for the trip.
The journey was not a long one, and those who were most seriously injured would be accomodated in the back of the wagon. But the going would still be slow since so many bore minor wounds and would need to stop for frequent rests. The plan was to load the wagons immediately, have everyone get a full night's sleep, and set out the next morning very early. If there were no complications on the road, they should arrive at the new camp by mid-day.
Despite the hard work, many took time to share the latest news. The revelation that orcs had been discovered and were being held in the new camp spread like wildfire. Azhar heard both muttered threats and expressions of dismay that left her feeling uncomfortable. Even those who were injured had retrieved their weapons or gone searching for stones to take along on the trip if a fight developed. While many were frightened to hear what had happened, some seemed almost eager to get into a fight once they reached their destination. Almost no one could understand why Lindir had not given the order to slay the sleeping orcs. Dorran had been outspoken in his dislike of the situation but he was not the only one. As the packing finished and the camp settled down for the night, Azhar lay awake in her blankets unable to sleep as she worried about what would happen after they reached the camp.
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