Levi reached up his mailed glove and tried vainly to wipe the rainwater from his eyes. It hadn't stopped since the day before. Jito had nearly got himself killed by careering off into the marsh full of violent lizard men. Still they were past that now. Maybe they could return and help out that fine paladin fellow clean out this area. If only he were one of Tyr ! Anyway, Guthranka was whom they had to be concerned now. On to Neverwinter to get her atonement. Only a week or so more, through the rain.
He didn't want to think about the trek across the land that Bert and Aldaron seemed dead set on. Apparently they needed to get Aldaron to a pass in the mountains that he had visited years before that he only remembered again now. Bert would delay getting to Citadel Adbar to see him safely there. Perhaps it was all due to what Bert had seen in Aldaron's mind. Aldaron has a brother.
He hoped that none of the orcs that Jito was so keen on seeing, would descend upon them. He almost felt too weary to lift his arm again and again to brush the rain away, let alone wield two swords in battle.