"Very well..." The elves spotted a dark shady set of travelers in the distance. 

42 already counted. The party prepared themselves. Not another attack?! 

When  the travelers appraoched it seemed like there were more or less 400. A number far larger than anticipated. Some in the group seemed to notice how there was no one really paying attention to them or to any roads. Others proceeded to hold themselves back or hide in the charts. 

"Greetings, travelers. May i speak to your leader?"

Sargom stepped forward. "Greetings. I'm the leader. Sargom." Her confidence was shining again.

"Very well. My name is Kob. I'm of the hunter clan. This is my family. We are moving north, as the sky had turned black and lead us up to the hunting area's. The cities we find are usually kind, though some met another end. Is there anything we might help you with?"

"Yes, Kob, there's this problem we've encountered, you see..."

The conversation continued for quite some time

"And ultimately, that's how we got here. But going further east across this road past the desert would lead us to the pillar palace, you said?"

"Yes. From there, the corruption grows thick. It will not take more than some simple traveling to find out what's going on."

With this new sense of direction, there only rested the oppertunity to build up the wagon with some of the tools the hunters of Kob carried with them. 
The talk of friendship and adventure strengthened most of the other travelers. With moral nearly completely restored again, the journey seemed to be a bit less a race against the grave.