They made good time as they walked up the road back toward Southwind. Pyotr may have been flagging a bit for a while, but after they stopped so that he could make some tea, he was moving with quite a bit more pep in his step.“You’re going to be addicted to that stuff by the end of the week,” said Michael.“Good! There are far worse things to be addicted to than tea. This way I have already given myself over to one that is not so bad, so I wont have so much room for those that are.” He took a deep satisfied breath. “You are addicted to your new gods. That is a far more dangerous choice than my new tea.”“I mean, you prayed with me just this morning.”“I prayed once, after a night that would lead any man to prayers of gratitude. You pray many times a day. I worry you will start looking desperately for new things to pray to, constantly seeking your next fix.”Michael frowned. “You might be right… I’m already fiending for my next one.”“I thought as much… Marcus and I will schedule an intervention. We shall have you blaspheming and whoring as soon as possible.”“I mean… so far I seem to be able to indulge in the latter without too many problems.”“These gods may be more just than the ones people pretended at back home.”“They’re certainly more active.”They decided to walk a bit into the night with their nighteye spells active in the hopes that they may still be able to catch up to Suraj and the others, then made a simple camp just off the road for the night.The next day they got up early, had a bowl each of their new tea along with some of the meat from the previous day, then they started off again. In the early evening, just as Southwind was coming into view, they also saw a small group ahead. They ran at a light jog to catch up, and Michael was surprised to be greeted with warm smiles and claps on the back.“Back just in time,” said Suraj, nodding at them. “Did you find what you were (...)