It is a long, slow and tiring march back to Hommlet. Your bodies ache, your injuries pain you, and fatigue threatens to drop you where you stand. Indeed, Vaseda runs out of strength some miles from the village, prompting the mighty Zirat to throw him over Encraidd's rump like a sack of potatoes. You press on, and the faintest glimmerings of light are beginning to shine in the east as Burne's Tower comes into view on the fringe of the village proper.