Adrian watched with interest, trying to help by passing Alec the necessary equipment when needed. The guard Alec had sent returned with Ehrlson, and after that it was only a few more minutes before they had the horses ready to go. Glaffin gagged the bandit, and they set off over the hills. The last thing they saw of the Caravan before it was hidden by the terrain was Tallhelm, a tiny figure in the distance, running about organising things in complete disregard for his injury.

Without the ability to speak, their captive had to guide them by hand gestures. It was slow going, leading the horses over the rough terrain, but fortunately the camp wasn't too far away. Thorus estimated a kilometer, or so, before they reached it. Or at least, the edge of it. It looked almost empty, but there were a number of boulders in the area that could have concealed bandits. The camp itself was simple structures, made of wood and canvas, able to be packed up and on the move in a very short amount of time, and no big loss if they needed to be left behind. Most of them looked like housing, with bedrolls layed out underneath, but there were a couple larger ones with indeterminate function.

Creeping closer, the group heard voices. Three men, were sitting around a makeshift table behind one of the canvas structures, playing dice.

"Ow long you figure till they get back?"

"Damned if I know. Maybe they caught a big fish today."

"Hope so. More to go around, eh?"