(Dodge being, of course, the unfortunate Cronian city that was the site of one of the bloodiest battles in the history of intra-caste water infrastructure politics. All those poor people were right to get out as soon as possible.)
You decide, fuck the orb, which now has a basecrosse scoop staring at you like an accusatory little face, and leave. It follows you, because of course it does. How much time do you have left? It can't be more than about ten minutes, and it took you almost that to get here.
All right. Crunch time.