The activity of the camp resumes as the uninjured and healed among the company carry out the sergeant's orders, gathering carts and supplies, pulling down tents, and preparing to head up-mountain towards the watchtower. The men keep their weapons close, but aside from keeping a wary eye on the surrounding forest no watches are posted. The reason why is a silent secret shared by all the survivors: should another gnoll force of any respectable size show up, there will be no second victory.
A scant hour later, the Iron Hearts take leave of the shattered camp and begin the long, slow march to the southeast. By the blessing of the gods, the wagon train does not draw the attention of any enemies; either the opposing force has been well and truly defeated, or there are simply none close enough to detect the ponderous procession.
5th Squad, being in the best shape overall, ends up doing most of the heavy pulling. Wendshof, showing himself a sergeant rather than a captain, does not excuse himself from a turn at the yoke, and perhaps does more than his fair share. The men may notice it, but they are too tired to say anything.
It is nearly dawn when the sound of rushing water indicates the nearby presence of Baden Falls. Before the company reaches the cleared area surrounding the watchtower, though, another sound can be heard. Leo and Drystan, at the front of the train for the moment, make out the thud-thud rhythm of horse hooves, coming this way from the southwest.