Fried observes ruefully that he--and his companions--are attired in their same old, grubby shirts, hose, and well worn boots. Each is equipped as he was in... wherever the strange place they recently visited was. Zem finds no trance of the wonderful smith's hammer he envied, but Zmort's Beard! His pack is heavy as ever it were.
Meanwhile, Leudigar examines the night sky. He is initially frustrated by patchy clouds, and the unexpected star shapes, and their general dimness, but eventually he realises that the whole of the sky has shifted; the season has turned. In which case, that should be the Trident constellation, though it hangs low in the sky, and so that must be the Bear star. With all this, Leudigar settles on a direction, and calls it north.
Forgive me if, in the interest of expediency, I have curtailed your otherworldly trials.
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