The party gather together at the orphanage, grab a quick meal, and then immediately set out into the fading light. The city is alive with workers returning home from a long day of labour. Despite the often exhausting work they undertake, there is a lot of friendly banter between the people who throng the streets. The heroes, rather conspicious in their armour and arms, draw a few funny comments, such as "off to the night-clubs lads?" and "what castle are you storming tonight?", and Jokad's favourite (perhaps because it was leveled by a heavily tattooed butcher at Kael and not himself) "Hey pretty redhead, how much for a shot, but without the rest of your fetish crew, and definitely without the dog?" That one was followed by a lot of laughter from the other butchers sitting out front of their closed-up shop.
So much for a quiet and discrete exit from town.
The route back to the mill is quick and easy going. The group are met along the trail by a slow but steady stream of workers coming the other way. Everyone has at least one polite word to say, even if it is just a simple "evening" and a tip of the hat.
By the time you finally arrive, the sun is very low in the sky.
OOC: You are there. Let me know how you want to proceed.