Not long after his thoughts, they completed the rescue of all of the barrels. It had still not occurred to them to take a look inside one. His only thought was to get them to a town and sell them as salvage that he could make a little money from, enough to survive. The light was not good, as the clouds from the storm still weighed heavy overhead, boiling and seething in their surge towards the North. The light that there was came as a dark grey, as if there was a concealing mist all around them. It was obvious that it was morning, but the almost total lack of clear visibility made it seem as if it were about to be extinguished for good. The moisture hung heavy in the air, ready to erupt into rain at a moment's notice, but none ever came. The two of them loaded the barrels and crates up ont
