After searching the 2 orcs(from those he slayed with groin punch), Xavio concluded that their pockets were as dry as the desert surrounding them. Upon searching the third orc, the one who had many trinkets, he finally came to the deduction...that someone had robbed this orcs beforehand. All the trinkets that the third orc had were made of rusted iron(how the fuck did they get rusted in the desert) and in his pockets all he could find was 13 silver coins. The barrel of water costed way more than that. Feeling disappointing, Xavio didn't even bother doing a Detect Magic spell(#logic). He turned back to get up on his camel and there he saw it...no camel to be seen. Trying to look around him he saw a distant 4-legged creature, bound to be his camel running some miles away from him. How in the hell could it run so fast?
Then it suddenly hit him. All this orcs stationed here, they had to have a base somewhere near(if they were on foot) or at lest a few horses laying close by unless they die of thirst waiting for naught. Damn that camel, it had the barrel of water and food in it. Now frantically looking around, hopefully spotting those horses before the others got ready to leave again...
 "We should get moving,..."-the dwarf said, breaking the train of thoughts in Xavio's mind. Just then, the sorcerer spottet what seemed to be an encampment. He could make out multiple small tents and 2 big ones in the middle, one bound to be the chiefs and the other one the stash. 10 were killed so that just left the leader and some others. If they just got there, maybe they could get horses, resupplies and some damn above-shitgrade loot. Now, to only convince the others to get out of their way in order for him to get a ride...

"Hey guys, nice job. Now I'm certain that this quest will be easy seeing all of you in action and what you can manage. But as much as you can manage, we can't travel at this pace, add the ambushes along the way, more than half the quest would be the traveling part. How about we.."upgrade" our rides? I'm seeing some opportunity on the horizon just a few miles away. A small camp which was made smaller by our most recent fight, bound to have some loot and lots of supplies. It will be a breeze. What could go wrong?"-and with that, Xavio rested his case. The camp deviating west from their route and only a few miles away couldn't even be called a deviation, it would benefit them in the long run. What reason was there to say no?