You and the others return to the camp. Fortunately for you at this time of day your tent was under the shade of trees, making it somewhat more bearable for Shortfang as he sat down near your tent. Pylia hung up her blanket as a makeshift curtain and asks you to take off your robes so she can clean and fix them. Her magic can undo the damage but she’d have to clean the blood out by hand. Shortfang meanwhile dig himself a small hole for himself to burrow into and rest at next to your tent.

“Well, while you we were separated I did get some more information about the path ahead. Seems like bandits won’t be much of an issue, but there are more monster sightings too. Frankly I’m sick of dealing with goblins, and now there might be even worse things up ahead. Harpies, wolves, and other nasties. Worse part is that the only path that a wagon can take also goes right through some narrow mountain passes, ripe for ambushes. And if that could t make things worse, it’s expected to rain for the next few days. The mud will slow our cart and sap our stamina as we travel.” Once Pylia fixes her dress, she took it outside and got a bucket of water from nearby, washing the blood out by hand.

“We can try and make a run for the second camp tomorrow and rest there until the rain passes. I don’t think it’ll be a good idea for us to travel during bad weather. Alternatively we might be able to just stay here for a while longer too, though I doubt there’s much we can do while we wait out the rain. What are your thoughts?”