The next few hours was a flurry of activity as teams of carts with mules rushed out into the jungle. The crews worked at breakneck speed, sawing and hauling like ants carrying away detritus on the jungle floor. Sure enough, the path was cleared and the new route secured. Without a moment to lose, the caravans were on the move, sparing no time for celebration. Before he caught the last leaving wagon, Delanac saw the man he had met in the bar and the manager of the caravan speaking. The leader handed the former a small pouch, likely payment for his assistance. All's well that ended well, and once the carts were rolling out of the flash flooding zone the orc felt drops of rain coming down from the grey skies. 

The rains poured like buckets were being emptied from the heavens, but as quickly they had come they soon left leaving clear skies. In a fortnight and a half, Delanac would be back home with his father's order awaiting for pickup at the port.