[GM Post]

[b][color=#a4161a]"Ya know what, nevermind. I'll figure something for Mattie, meet you halfway?"[/color][/b]

Rifling through Mattie's pocket did yielded a slightly scuffed piece of the king's order, complete with the royal seal and old Freddy's signature. It'll be useful in the near future, probably. Thankfully it wasn't yet time to make use of it - a spark of ingenuity coupled with a few well-placed blows later and Yvonne and co managed to kludge together a rather crude but functional travois out of the tent and spears and whatnot scavenged from the mercenaries' abandoned stuff. The party slinked away as the villagers finally gathered in sufficient number to investigate, a procession of torches and hushed whispers trundling forward to the ruined granary.

They didn't quite get too far, with Chounan's horse gone and Yvonne's own ride relegated into pack mule, but the group made it clear away from the village by the time the first ray of sunlight pierced through the eastern horizon. There'll be issues ongoing there, but that's someone else's problem now. Yvonne was more than willing to wash her hand off the matter.

A grin broke through Yvonne's visage as she finally spotted the other group coming from the distance, made visible by the crack of down. About damn time, yeah?