"There's no need to rush. The temple the priestess needs to get to isn't going anywhere."

Unlike the good moods of the rest of the lot, there was a grumpy young man in the group. During the nights, he kept his tent pitched the farthest from the rest. During the evenings he ate his food in silence and alone and during the mornings, he was never exactly happy to see anyone. He words spoken were short and rough. This morning was no different.

"Follow me." He was ready to lead again and it wasn't making him feel any better.