It is still Thursday, the 5th of May, as the party tramps back towards Mimmarudla. The wind has increased to a fresh breeze, coming out of the south, and skeins of clouds stream high in the sky, suggesting that something might be coming. The temperature is yet brisk, 7C/44F, but this proves to be beneficial for the journey as you are all hot from the battle.
While Engelhart learned his spells, the party made a cold meal of at least two pounds each and ate it, including Oddsdrakken, Petar and Valda. Then these three made their parting signs and set off towards the south, where Petar is sure he can find the hamlet where his cousin lives as a fisherman. Now as you walk along, the cleric eats as he goes, having been too busy to eat while the others did.
You encounter no one, but there are signs everywhere of movement, cut out underbrush, felled trees and tramped down ground that the ranger cannot help noticing. Finally, however, you come to the edge of the burned out area. You stop about four hexes from the edge of the wood, so you can see.
The trees have been cleared and burnt, with heaps of them pulled together into piles of charcoal. The goal seems to have been to transform this part of the forest into fuel. Clearly, the trees were cut first, then burned, ten or twelve trees to the pile. The piles are not burning, but smoke is curling up from the charcoal heaps, providing a certain amount of cover.
Without the trail you followed in, and the landscape being changed, you cannot be sure how far you are from Mimmarudla. You would guess between a quarter and half a mile, but it would be easier if you could see the lake. To your right, the ground slowly rises to a crest; from that crest, you remember, you can look down and see Store Stokka.
As you are spread out somewhat to be able to see around the nearest piles, Pandred spots something and passes it along the line. There is a lone frogling sitting on a large log of charcoal, sharpening a sword and keeping a watch on the forest. It seems to have no companions.