Leaving the humans alone amidst the bloodstained snows, you continue your travels back towards the city. You trudge along, mixing walking and flying between you for several more days. You see no further signs of orcs or weary humans or any life, save for the occasional small bird in the sky.
As the sun reaches its peak in the sky nearly a tenday later, you see the walls of the city beyond rising up into the sky. It takes several more hours, but you do eventually find yourselves back in the city you departed from nearly a month ago.
You noticed, as you made your way back, that the weather shifted radically as you trudged. One day it would be cold and crisp, with fresh snow. Other days it would be nearly summer temperatures, without causing the snow to melt. Yet other days, it would feel like the start of autumn, brisk and slightly cool. Always, the gem in the scepter reflected the conditions around you.