The mutinous cultists had indeed left without Ted, without Madorn, Eknie and Lumpy and this one random woman, but firstly and most importantly, without Ted. His rage was massive as he yelled into the skies, without hope that anyone would hear him, and his fists curled up until the ace of diamonds in his left hand was crumpled up and his knuckles whitened to match the shade of snow they had been abandoned in.
"MOTHER of WORMS!" he cursed again.
This situation was worth more than a few curse words. He had his packs, all right, he had everything he needed to destroy the insolent mutineers, but suddenly everything looked much harder when he stood on the ground without a chance of bringing himself back up. All the good feelings he had experienced while mingling with the lost part of the cult were gone now, leaving only annoyance of the highest grade, anger, and a royal amount of frustration.
