Edvan did his regretful deed, while the horse did not budge until its final death throes. Quinn and company glanced at the upturned cart, but the rank smell of trash mingled with what seemed to be the scent of unwashed men dissuaded them from a fruitful search. The thought of the city guards coming to investigate was enough to send them straight home.
Lola and Erin took the long way home, meaning that she reached their home last despite two of the male Wilders hauling the netting over their shoulders the entire way back. Both groups ran into their fair share of the curious people of the night, but no Wilder was stopped and asked what they were hauling home or why.
The men did not wait too long at home, either, much to Rovan's relief. Rovan, Edvan, Quinn, and Hilmdyn had just pushed the netting into a corner of the main bedroom when they heard Erin outside the door asking Lola, "Ah, so this is where you call home. Quite quaint." The knob was turned and in came a triumphantly smiling Lola, chest-filled sack in hand. She joined the men at their normal discussion place... around the bedrolls and near-empty flooring of their living room. There, under lantern light, Lola took the chest from the sack and put it in the center of the floor. It was of dwarven make, carved from dark, reddish wood and closed with a black iron lock that was wrought into the shape of a curled serpent.