Rocheleen giggles a bit as Hoegar rides off, though nobody else (Save Hoegar, though he's gone ahead now) seems to know what she's laughing about. She then presses on, signalling directions to Hoegar every once in a while, to make sure they stay on the right path.
The rest of your travel is uneventful, and within an hour you find yourselves walking on rocky ground, to the obvious relief of most, no longer having to sludge through inch-deep mud.
Rocheleen sets up a camp for the night (Though the only indication you have of it becoming night is that the incessant gloom deepens into a darkness in which you can't see more than 10 feet.). Though the ever-present rain is pouring hard, Rocheleen manages to get a fire under the over-hanging branches of a huge oak tree. As you huddle around the fire trying to warm your drenched and weary bodies, you discuss sleeping arangements and watches. It turns out to be unneccesary for that night, though. You all have an uneventful night, though the cold, and wetness can only be staved off so much by the fire.
(anyone injured heals 1 HP, though anyone without both a tent and a sleeping bag is rather uncomfortable from the poor night of sleep.
You leave in the morning after eating a quick breakfast, setting out on the trail again. Less than an hour after you've left, however, Hoegar hears growling and sees some dark shapes moving around just outside of his vision through the rain.