Remounting their horses, the party makes their way out of the camp back onto the forest road. Soon, the mists once again swallow them, returning them to the ever present grey.
It is midday one the remnants of the Thaloist Six and their new companions return to the outskirts of Barovia. With the grace of the Sovereigns, the party makes it back to the barrier without incident.
The town square must of once again seen battle, for both the two expedition guardsmen show fresh wounds. Sir Urik, gore still splattered on his armor, seems less harmed, though his mind is still obviously addled. He hums softly to himself near the well.
As the party returns safe behind the wall, Tobias approaches them. He addresses his comments to Sir Khensu. "Had to put a few of the townfolk down. Luckily for us, it was only a few, and this madman showed up just in time. Olladra smiled upon us today, it seems." In a lower whisper, he adds. "He's a bit... damaged, though. You sure you trust this guy?"