They put the body of the water serpent and toad into The Drown and decided to return. They had done enough for the day. They would continue their hunting another time.
When they passed the entrance and those at the outpost saw their empty hands, they couldn't help but hide their smiles. The fact that the barbarians were hunting for relics wasn't something particularly hidden from anyone, so when they saw them empty-handed, they whispered among themselves.
"Do they think it's easy, just go in and start hunting for relics?"
"They're really barbarians, right? What are we even doing here with them!"
"Fool, don't you know this territory falls under the purview of the Stronghide ChainLord?"
"But he's dead now!"
"Well, you asked why they were here!"
"Ssssh! Their leader is the real deal. Better not let him hear you!"
Galthor and the others ignored them as they went on their way to the village. On their way, they stopped by the farm the villagers had set up.
