Betrayal (Pt.7)

"We're setting up camp here. Rest as much as you can. No fires or loud talking." Alaric commands.

'Thank the gods, he had me worried that we would never stop.'

'It was getting risky marking the path without people getting suspicious. There are only so many excuses I can give for lagging behind.'

Jorgen stands in thought as the rest of the refugees drop from exhaustion against the nearby trees and bushes. For every hour they have traveled, Jorgen has placed a mark on a tree. More were not required because of the mass of tracks that the group leaves in its wake. A group this large is already extremely easy to track. Jorgen's actions have just made their route more obvious. 

Jorgen reaches his hand into his pocket. His fingers wrap around a metallic object as he rolls it between them. 

'I still have a chance to convince her. The Cevan's should be closing in on us. I have to do it now.'