"Oh yea whatever Bard, really betrayed you," Chlorys rolls her eyes, "**** off ya big lumbering oaf." She spits on the ground his direction, "That's it!" She screamed at Camus and Von. "I'm not sticking with this caravan any longer! I've had enough! I say not to do something, we do it and it goes bad. I'm saying we leave now while we have the chance. Whether you two follow me or not I'm leaving after I rest." She plans to rest to recover spell slots and that's it

Okay... Camus is going to try an Insight check to figure out what Bard saw through our deception or if he's angry at us for hiding the fact that we had a pair of undead with us.

Insight: 13

"You know... I'm kind of starting to agree with Chlorys on this," Camus says slowly. "We still need a way to get that ring off of Von's finger if we want to make a run for it... if you've seen a smith we can go and ask him or her to cut the band and then hope that damaging the ring doesn't trigger something unpleasant on Von."

"I think we should continue our conversation beyond other ears, I have a way for us to be safe from the others and any other possible creature for the moment, but I'll need a few minutes, if someone can watch my back," watching as the large human walks away, her eyes narrow,  glimmering with fury over Bard's decleration of betrayal. She's disgusted, slighted and hurt with a lot on her mind, and needed a moment to think. 

She is going to cast the ritual spell of tiny hut and stay within its confines with Von and Camus if they so choose to join her.

Camus will go ahead and join Chlorys in the magic bubble.

Bard's face is, as always, entirely unreadable. Almost eerily so. Camus does not recall a single time that he has changed expression, nor a single time his voice has changed tone, even in the slightest.

If Von hasn't already dispatched the bug, Camus will go ahead and use his free cast of Inflict Wounds from Shadow Touched to dispatch it before Chlorys does her Tiny Hut.

Attack: 21 Damage: 26

(since the creature is unconscious, if I remember correctly a hit is automatically a critical, so I'll go ahead and roll an extra 3d10 in case of a 'normal' hit)

21

(The bug has been beaten to a pulp by the remaining adventurers, who are now tending to the wounded and dead.)

(Okay, never mind then. Guess I can keep my spell)

“At ease, soldier!” Von barks at Chlorys, bonus action casting Healing Word 2nd level.

Chlorys Heal: 10 (10)

She uses her movement to hustle next to the nearest dying caravan member to cast Spare the Dying.  “Medic on the way! Whose not completely dead? I don’t have time to waste!”

If combat is over, Von is going to set up a battlefield triage. She impales two torches on javelins and uses thramaturgy to command the remaining caravan members. “Alright troops! Time to reduce casualties!” Her voice booms over the chaos “All survivors bring any dying to the two lanterns on the double! Anyone with medical or healing abilities fall behind me to  bolster those stabilized!”

(About what kind of numbers come forward?)

Chlorys refuses to leave the safety of the magic bubble instead choosing to meditate so that she may regain her spell slots back

"Von, don't forget to charge a small fee for your services," Camus whispers to the orc, before collecting his skeleton minion and joining Chlorys in her magic bubble.

Von notices that the beasts have killed two and wounded five others, two of whom are in critical condition. It appears that there was a fifth insect elsewhere in the camp, which was killed without any interference from your group.

She casts Spare the Dying on the two critical patients and gives them a hearty slap on the back with Cure Wounds

( 8 ,  11 )

Addressing the crowd of wounded, Von’s eyes glow bright green as she raises her weapon. “Luthic has noticed your brutal victory! To your wounded, she offers strength; live to fight another day!” The javelin plunged into the ground as she channels divinity into Preserve Life, giving 2hp each  to those she earlier healed and 7hp each to the others. 

Sending torches back with the cured, Von departs with her weapons and face-plants through the tiny hut onto the grass below. “Apologies for the delay,” she mumbles sleepily. “Had to keep the meat shield warm. You two need any kind of healing that a good nights sleep won’t fix?” 

(Goddammit, I really need to cut down on my games, I'm losing track of which ones I haven't updated. Sorry again.)

The healed give thanks to Von, but become hushed which she mentions the name of Luthic. A few give suspicious, slightly fearful glances and share hushed whispers. The camp, including Bard, appears to be growing slightly distrustful of your odd little group...

(If you've nothing left to do for the night, I can move things on to the next day.)

If we have time, I think Camus will take a Long Rest or, if we don't have time for a Long Rest, a Short Rest.

(Of course, you all manage to finish your long rest) 

Nnnnnext dayyyy! 

Agreed, let's skip to the next day.

On the next day, the caravan sets about preparing to set out, as well as burying the dead. The permafrost is too hard to efficiently dig a real hole, but there are plenty of small stones scattered about, so the dead are buried in shallow holes under stone cairns. When that business is taken care of, the group sets out once again. 

It is a cold day. And a cold day on the Moonsea is nothing to be scoffed at. No snow falls, and yet one can practically feel their breath freezing the moment it exits their lungs. At the head of the cart, Drake shivers, even wrapped within a heavy bearskin cloak. They chuckle miserably. "I should have packed warmer clothes, this cloak isn't helping. Hopefully this chill won't last too much longer. How are you all holding up?"

Bard is, of course, still wearing his short-sleeved tunic and shabby pants. The only warm thing he's wearing on his body is his frost-speckled beard.

(As you travel, I would like a perception check. Also, if you are not taking measures against the extreme cold, a constitution save)