"Not a problem dear. If you ever come by, simply knock and I shall be there." Muriel waved the party goodbye as they departed. Buddy pulled the cart behind the wagon, and both vehicles had chains on their wheels to provide them extra traction in the mud. It worked swimmingly; though it was a bit bumpy at times, they were able to easily traverse the uneven and dredge terrain. The only issue was that as they went down hill, they'd need to be very careful about their speed as to not let the vehicles over take their engines, or in other words, not to go so fast that they'd flip. Thus it was an equally slow descent as it was heading up. Thankfully since you all had a full meal in your bellies, you had plenty of energy to spare.

As per usual, Shortfang sent Syfr out ahead to scout for dangers, spotting a few harpies in the distance by they seemed to be distracted at eating a mountain goat they managed to hunt. However about four hours into the journey Shortfang alerts the party of something up ahead. "Shortfang see goblins, live ones. Just six, but they looking for something. Scouts." Shortfang waited a few more minutes to allow Syfr to look around more, and suddenly he sucked his breath in sharply. "... Big horde. Lotta goblins. One... Two... Five... Lotta goblins. Two... No, three hobs. Shaman. And... Ogre." Shortfang gulped. "They got lotta dead animals. Big hunting party. Dunno where they goin, but they on path down." Hearing this made Pylia look grim. "T-Thirty of them? If it were ten or so then... Then we could take them, maybe with some help, but that many all at once..."