Now that Meesei was back, the pack had little reason to stay awake. They all settled in shortly after. The cold bit through even the layers of fur used in their bedrolls, but thankfully there wasn't any worse weather than mild snowfalls.

The point at which Meesei was awakened by the enchantment was at a point where everyone was coldest and groggiest. It was early morning. One horizon of the night barely diplayed a peeking blue preceding dawn, and Galsek was on the move. Though sleepy, the warband was disciplined enough to break camp in short order.

"If he thinks he can get away by slipping out before dawn, he's got quite another outcome in his future," Oswall commented while buckling on his weapon belt.

By the looks of things he was about to head south-east, off the road and down the mountains. It would be rough terrain, but it would not be unlikely that the lair of Vile's cult was out of the way.

"If he's leaving, that means that the pack in Bruma is going to report to us, yes?" Fendros asked.

Janius shrugged, "If he only just left, I'd say that someone would be heading up right now."