"Tha stair? It leads down ta tha west barracks o' course!" replies Thick-Neck grumpily.
Once Leudigar and Co. return from inspecting the watch hole, the company appears to have decided to make a camp somewhere within sight of, but off of, the ridge-top trail. Without further ado, they move into the scrubby gullies that lie downhill from the ridge and--thankfully for The Herald who bears Alfwin's body--it doesn't take too long to locate a suitable hollow. Dusk is soon approaching by the time the cold camp is established and everyone settles in to chew on what hardening bread, cheese, and dry meats remain for the evening meal.
"Better hope they ain't missed us yet, or don't send up tha Wolves to sniff us, ey?" mutters Thick-Neck as the watch detail is established...
Everyone turns uncomfortably at that, seeking what rest they may...
the Elf Medium (MV 12", AC 9, HD 1, hp 1/1, AL N) great cloak, lantern
; spells: color spray; scrolls: sleep, sleep, charm person
Hirelings: Georges; torch