Grimly you focus on the task at hand...some tending to Artaith while other make a litter from nearby saplings and other branches to hand. It's still only early morning and you have no trouble lashing together a makeshift litter to drag the badly-injured dwarf.

However by the time you redistribute her items, secure her and prepare to move out a low cloud has set in across the area and a steady rain begins to fall. You slog back the way you came, briefly through wet fields and then along the muddy trail.

It is with some relief that your disheveled and dispirited band reaches the 'gates' of Grimmsgate village, the inexperienced youth manning the gate simply standing slack-jawed, eyes wide as you wind & splash your way slowly up the path to the inhabited area of the hillock...

Reminder of Grimmsgate village layout etc