"Ugh...there's something more out there," groans Philemon with a yawn and a scowl directed out into the darkness. "I don't like it, but when things get bad enough you don't stick around. Let's wake up everyone, get the torches lit, and lead the horses back to Grimmsgate. They might not want to let us inside, but we can't keep trying this while everyone is hurt and distracted..."

The outdoorsman doesn't wait long, expecting either a counter-suggestion or the party's cooperation with his plan nearly immediately...