The cave was a suitable hiding place.
Trees felled like matchsticks made for a steady campfire that burned through the night. The party set a guard and waited, but after ten hours, the sky was barely light.
It was far to the north.
In the Northern Reach, the Steppes would lead safely through the coldest peaks in Alberetor, back to Ambria, or the party could head north to the coast, and follow the coast back. Either option would take six months.
Ultimately the party decided to head north to the beach, to see whether the ancient city noted on the extreme northern edge of the map still stood, and might have another ship.
It was a gamble, but it was a good one.
Telk remained unconscious, and broke a heavy fever while deliriously mumbling about Bertolin and their deal. By the following morning, he was awake.