"Most certainly. We will provide all that you need," Frump agrees graciously.
*Eventually, everyone is prepared and stocked up. They have the rest of the day to themselves. The following morning, Gloria tries to gather everyone together and bring them to Rayne.*
"Right then. The two lightest of you will be Teleporting from inside my Bag of Holding to avoid the limit on the number of creatures I can bring along," Rayne instructs.
*Once the two lightest (Gloria and Quozen?) get inside, she issues a series of dimensional magical spells of great power, and the group watches as the world spins and melts away, first onto a field, then eventually into a dead and blackened badlands with leafless dead trees and minor scrub brush the only foliation. Eventually, the Teleporting stops and Rayne retrieves the people from the bag.*
"Okay, you'll need to wait 70 minutes for me to conjure the steeds. Take a nap if you can or something, since you'll be staying up late tonight."
*In a little over an hour, seven phantasmal flying horses appear, each one keyed to one of the party members.*
"Ride hard and you may yet see the Monastery in the light of the new dawn. Farewell, adventurers. May you be safe, and return heroes when we meet again."