The camp, as it was looking like now, was set up rather haphazardly, and most people were running around from place to place, carrying medical supplies, jugs of water, and other things. The Orton arcanists were easily identifiable when compared to the steel heart sect as most either had the colors of Orton or wore the crest of one of Orton's prominent families.
I was a bit peeved to note that some were celebrating with smiles while others just stood around doing little, but I was glad that it wasn't any of ours.
"You know I'm so used to the way the steel heart act,' I said. "When I see another sect or other arcanists it's always a shock."
"Yeah," Kara replied, following my gaze to a group of Orton arcanists who were drinking and chatting nonchalantly. "But we can't get too mad. We wouldn't be here if it weren't for them, and they'll be gone soon enough."
"They will?" Sandra asked in confusion. "They're not heading to the tower with us?'
