On your first day of travel back to Bluerock Lodge, a wicked wind whips up. It brings cold air with it, lashing your clothes around you and chilling you to the bones. You are almost grateful to enter the strange environ of the Timberway Forest again, because it breaks the wind.
On your 4-day journey back to the trail to the lodge, you feel more confident than before. Although you now know the gravity of the danger surrounding you, you feel that knowing is better than not knowing. You are careful of where you camp, and you take appropriate precautions against night-time ambushes. Once or twice you hear some rustling in the woods outside the circle of light cast by your campfire, but on inspection, you don't find anything. The days are completely uneventful.
When you reach the trail leading to the Bluerock Lodge, you turn down it. It winds to the east, then turns gradually to the north and takes on an upward slope. After following the trail for around 20 minutes, you see a clearing up ahead. Through the trees, you can see that the lodge sits on a promontory. You don't immediately spot any threats around the lodge. However, it looks quite unwelcoming. The door hangs loosely open on its hinges and no smoke curls from the chimney.
