The thunder that had been in the distance most of the night finally caught up to them and Katelina kept an anxious eye on the heavy black sky.

Jorick returned, looking irritated. Sorino followed. He looked vaguely curious and slightly aloof, like someone from the upper class who'd come down to the slums to "look around".

Jorick motioned to the group around the fire. "We'll leave tomorrow. Of course we'll have to take the prisoner, Fethillen, and at least two others. ...