Orchid did not hesitate to accept Kyra's offer to hunt down the rest of the cultists. Frankly he figured that this was already going to be the plan from the beginning, so he wasn't sure why Kyra bothered to say everything she did. Still he liked the effort. Shortly after they met, the group parted to rest the day away. Orchid was still eager to fight and gather materials, but one decent meal later and he was now ready for a fitful rest. By the time he awoke it was the start of a new day, which meant Orchid had to go get a few things. First he went to Escobert and his armory with the promise of weapons and armor, however what he found was... Dissapointing. The only armor they could offer felt far too cumbersome even for the half-orc, it's chains and straps too restrictive for the more free-bodied warrior. The weapons were also fairly lacking; short blades and a short bow. Basically weapons that the militia were using. Orchid tried not to show his disappointment, failing to do so, but at least took a shortsword and the shortbow. With the swords he'd have a weapon more effective than his dagger in tight spaces, and with the bow he'd have a longer range option than just his javelins, of which Orchid still only had two left.

After consuming a hearty meal and meeting with the others alongside the governor, the group would be off. Brannor was rewarded two healing potions, one which he kept for himself and another he offered to the rest of the party. [color=a2d39c]"Orchid take!"[/color] Orchid was familiar with the restorative medicine, his elders making him quite a few during his training as a totem warrior, and thus knew their importance and the bitter taste. If it kept him alive, Orchid would tolerate it. Once geared up and rested the party moved forward for most of the morning, quietly following the trail of the army. Which wasn't too difficult; an army that big left a trail about as obvious as a lava elemental through a snowy field. While not much could be gleamed from the tracks aside from the sheer size of it, eventually it lead five miles south and towards a long campfire some ways off. Everyone stopped to determine their next course of action.

Torus was the first to speak in his usual cryptic ways, which by now Orchid was to somewhat ascertain the meanings of. To the Half-orc's mind, Torus figured that the fire could belong to someone chasing these cultist as well, be it a fellow adventurer or possibly a cultist straggler. Torus then summoned his bird to go scout ahead, so Orchid left the druid to what he does. Still the fire was quite a ways away, and if they were cultist they'd have a long way to go to capture them. [color=a2d39c]"We go closer. If friend, no problem. If Cult, fix problem."[/color] Orchid crouched low to the ground in preparation of either a sprint or sneaking. He could do either depending on what needed to be done. Chase or stalk, both were things he could do fairly well.