Ryall and Roug don't wait past the point of Quioan's offer. They drop their keys in his palm and are nearly out of the clearing before the elf has finished putting the keys in his backpack. Daylily's command, however, stops them cold. They glance at each other worriedly, then decide it's the least they can do. Awkwardly, they hoist the carcass between them.
"'member, I'll check by that Inn o' yours for word," Ryall says. "You're an odd lot, but I owe y'all."
"Same goes for me," Roug says.
The pair's rustling quickly fades as the others are left alone in the deepening sunset.
Daylily starts to follow the boot prints, but as before, once he's into the wood proper, the trail disappears. He can, however, track the boar's far less light-footed movements. It thrashed about moving west (the same direction the boot prints had seemed to go, back toward Venza) for about half a mile, then it seems to have either lost its target or its interest and stopped to rest briefly before its tracks turn back in the direction of the campsite, where it's not a logical leap to assume the party's presence caught its attention.
The sun is now nearly set. Daylily, Quioan, and Kazanto don't notice much difference, but the deepening shadows make it harder for Relic and Hlaalin to navigate. The canopy of the trees is fairly open, so between star and moonlight the elves and merfolk shouldn't have trouble continuing for a little while longer. When Kazanto produces her magical torch, the two humans find they aren't inclined to trip over anything, either. At this point, there appears to be no more trail to follow. The group could continue west hoping to find something, or Daylily's also fairly certain the road they took here is only a short jog south of their current position.
