The first day goes without incident. Nothing approaches the party during its trek through the woods. Animals flee before the large group, and no sign of recent travelers appears.
The party works its way southwest to the forest edge, not too far from where they, or at least most of them, entered it. The trees grew less dense and the ground slightly more hilly. The sky darkens as the sun sets sets behind the hills to the west. Those from Threshold know that the town lies to the west beneath that setting sun, another days' (or nights') travel.