Bria looked to the ground and exhaled deeply as Gimlak went about his carving of dwarven flesh. It was ugly, horrible and confronting, but she did not speak a word against it. The invaders deserved it. Every cut, slice, and splatter of red against the snow.
With Bria and Rollin walking ahead, the group then headed off, leaving the gruesome scene's future in the hands of snow, wind and rain. Nature had a way of cleaning up man's messes, eventually.
A sled was shared between Gimlak and Faenala. The wolves clearly distrusted the elven woman... but as a passenger she at least was welcome. Thorin and Zemryn would share the other, doing their best to steer the lurching and unpredictable motions of four-legged, drooling-mouthed power.
Through blinding cold sheets of rain, whirling wisps of white, and spine-trembling gusts of tree-bending wind, the group pushed on. This was the wilds now...
Hours passed uncounted, out there in the darkness, every step the mark of a pathway to freedom. They were free of the Korrud, for now, but risk and danger was still very much lurking in their shadows.
Just before dawn, the storm passed, and slowly light began to form behind a grey layer of cloud above. The group watched as a wall of black loomed closer. Ahead, the flat expanse of snow-covered fields ends, replaced by dark rocks and scree poking out like a drunkard's rotting teeth.
"We are nearing the caves," Bria mentions to her raggard companions. "We need to clamber up a way and find some shelter. It will be good to rest a while before pushing on. The wolves now, are useless to us. Perhaps for them too, it is time to be free."
[sblock=Loot]Items on final Korrud:
1x pair boots
1x S sized leather armor
1x light crossbow
10gp in pouch
1x silver ring with an amber stone set within[/sblock]