The ungainly caravan sets forth. The villagers seem to have no end of things they'd like to bring, from chickens, to sheep, to cats, to barrels of ale, to silver plates, and extra boots. They load up the wagons and the constructs with as much as the party allows, and everyone heads out. The three soldiers are armed in studded leather, with longswords, bucklers, crossbows, and quivers of bolts. Some of the villagers also carry weapons.
The land here is good. The grass is green and thick. Groves of fruit trees intersperce with fields of grain, and grazing land for animals. The villagers pick up straggling animals as you go. A cow is found which could give good milk, but walks slower than even the old men and children.
Occasional riders are spotted, but they do not close. They seem likely to be hostile. Several farmhouses and barns are seen. Some are burned, some are not. At one point, a family emerges from a grove of trees to join your caravan, speaking of orc raiders emerging from the night to burn and pillage.
By evening, the group has made fair progress. The group could camp in a barn, or a grove of trees.