Quinn walks over to Gundren.

"You still got it old friend. You still got it. Just like the old days."

He smiles at his friend, but he can see that he is quite spent. Quinn looks west and measures the distance of the setting sun from the horizon. 

"Perhaps we make camp? The sun will set soon. Maybe in a half hour or. Maybe a bit longer.

Boona, you're welcome to make camp with us. And as my friend Bryony says, we could sure use a hand escorting this tired old dwarf back to town." He gives Gundren a friendly, yet stiff, smack on his back followed by a snort of a laugh.

Night falls. The evening is quiet on this desolate stretch of rutted road.

Unless you have further business tonight, you make camp. (Who's keeping watch?)

Jurgen: Make an Intelligence (Sleight of Hand) check (in your case, a straight INT check) to see how well you bound the archer.

Jurgen - INT Check: 22

Quinn will stand watch. Perhaps he and Gundren can share first watch and get caught up.

Survival check: 21 (16+5)

The night passes quietly. Only some persistent insects disturb your rest.

Gundren doesn't last long into the first watch before he dozes off.

Everyone may receive the benefits of a Long Rest.

Morning brings a thick fog. The orc archer is much more alert upon awakening. And vocal.

"Ratsy made us do it! He was such a two-timing thug. A criminal! Should have been locked away. I'm sorry about shooting at you. I'm sorry! Ratsy directed everything. But I can work for you, now! I'm a good shot! They call me 'Deadeye'. Mostly because I have a bad eye. But I'm an excellent shot with the other eye! Let me help you out! Boona - right? Right? Help me out! I'm a good person! Maybe you can loosen these bindings a bit? I have sensitive skin. Just for a few minutes!"

Boona stayed awake for quite some time, part of her still confused as to what was happening....but no one was throwing things at her or calling her stupid.....it was strange.....peaceful...she eventually drifted off leaning up against a tree.

Boona looked at Glerk.....he had not been the worst....though she wasn't sure if that was because he was scared of her or just not as bossy as the others.

Her brow furrowed in concentration.

" No, Glerk. You are NOT good person.....but you are scared person.  If they loosen you will run away.....its what you do."

She shrugged and looked to the others, " Up to you."

" You want Boona cook?  I not good cook, but no one die yet."

Quinn listens to Boona and Glerk go back and forth. He looks over this Glerk fella and sizes him up. He's not impressed. As a matter of fact, Rasty and his band of bumbling idiots were clearly in over there head. Though, perhaps not Boona. There's something different about this one. 

Quinn walks over and fetches Glerks bow and some of his gear. He clears a patch of dirt and mounds up his gear. He bends Glerk's bow over his knee and snaps it in two, reducing it to kindling. He kneels down and uses his flint and steel to light a small fire for Boona to prepare a meal upon.

"We can discuss his fate over breakfast.

Boona, what's on the menu?"

Boona began digging around in her pack and found a collection of a half dozen rancid smelling wurst, some greenish bacon and a large pot of moldy porridge.

The odour was horrendous and drifted over the entire encampment.

Boona looked down at the food with a disappointed look, " This not do for new friends. Stupid food BEHAVE!"

There was a soft warm breeze and moments later the food looked and smelled completely fresh and clean.

Boona  pulled out a frypan and smiled to herself, " Grubs up soon."

( Purify Food and Drink)

Syzygy, almost fading into the fog, had remained rather quiet, somewhat sore-headed himself from the mental and magical exertions of the days before. He was moody to be sure, and the feint glow of his forehead’s stone was absent. Moody or not, Syzygy had no qualms with Boona, and though he decided not to confess to the throwing and disguising of his thoughts he admired their well timed gift. 

“Perhaps we feed him to the one-eyed dark dweller?” Syzygy says casually as he sits to take his share. 
“thank you Boona” he then says passingly 

After a breakfast of remarkably decent bacon and porridge, the party is ready to start their day.

The fog is clearing, the day is warming. Gundren seems considerably improved, if impatient to find his brothers and get to the mine. You are about a half day from Phandalin, provided you have no more surprises or delays.

You do have a number of bodies in the road from last night's fight, and an orc archer, sans bow, bound, who won't stop talking, complaining, and pleading.

What do you do next?

Jurgen goes and stuffs a biscuit in the bowman's mouth. and checks the others and Draco. 

Boonah looks regretfully at her former companions then to the others...she makes vague digging motions.

“Boonah, you are right. We should do a proper burial for them. If only Kimberly was here. “ Jurgen starts to dig holes with Draco’s help

Gundren paces impatiently while Jurgen digs. "Let's go, let's go! I've got 25 gold for each of you... Let's make it 30, if you can get me to Phandelver by lunchtime. And then if you can escort me to the mine and help my brothers and I get started, I'll give you a ten percent share of the mine’s wealth to split once the operation is functioning. But time is short! I don't know who else might have seen that map, or followed my brothers there. I don't want this 'Spider' getting ahead of us."

While burying Ratsy, Jurgen finds a scrap of parchment on the body – and upon it, a sketch of Syzygy, crudely drawn but unmistakable, with “25 gold pieces for this one” and a symbol of a spider scrawled beneath it. He also finds that the scarred bandit leader has three vials of acid on him.

Jurgen hands Syzygy the parchment and says "Hey, you're worth 25gp." 

Between Draco and Jurgen they are able to make quick work of the burial detail and having said a solemn prayer they make their way with the group towards town. 

Boona stares down at the graves....mostly because thats what she's seen other people do in the past then sighs and slots her maul into the strap across her back, after Gundrens words Boona easily snatches the old dwarf up and over one shoulder and begins to jog down the road, she holds out a hand for Jurgen or Bryony or both to climb up on the other shoulder if they wish as she heads off.

Quinn breaks camp and heads out with the crew. He walks alongside Syzygy for a bit and asks to take a look at the wanted poster.

"Can I see that wanted poster?" His eyes dart back and forth from the poster to Syzygy. He purses his limps, furrows his brow and subtly shakes his head. "Horrible drawing. Ugly to be quite honest. But it's definitely you, my friend. Curious, why does it look like the Spider is only looking for you? Don't get me wrong, I don't like the idea of having a bounty on my head, but I would think that we'd all be on the hit list, not just you."

"Thank you Boona. That's very nice of you. I ride Draco here, see..." Jurgen had installed stirrups to be able to ride on him for travel. "Not quite ready to ride him into any kind of battle though."

The fog clears as the party sets off toward town.

Your journey is uneventful. You arrive back in Phandalin by early afternoon – the rutted track emerging from the hillside, the forty or fifty simple log buildings coming into view, the ruined manor house looming on the hillside at the east side of town. The townsfolk are running errands in the busy shops, children are playing in the green, carpenters are erecting new buildings, farmers are tending their fields. It seems even more bustling than you remember.

Gundren asks you to pause outside Barthen’s Provisions. "Wait for me here. I'll get you paid. Just take a minute." He hustles into the trading post, a renewed energy in his step. 

Boona looks increasingly nervous the closer they get to town, you get the sense she hasn't received the most effusive welcomes in the past........though that could partly be to do with the company she was keeping....she is rather imposing regardless.....