Ereworn Under The Shadow

Barn looks around at the clearing, feeling as if it has been weeks since he and the others were here last, just setting off after Ned.

"We should k-keep moving, with the barrel m-maybe.  Or p-put up a warning sign about the poison m-mushroom?  But otherwise, keep m-moving."

If others don't object and, the big man briefly inspects the barrel (presumably Gond's) that Ned had been using to roll Clotha along and if it looks safe and still sturdy enough to roll along the forest path, he tries to roll it along as the party goes so he can return it to town.

( The barrel seems mostly intact.)

The group begins to move back slowly toward Ereworn Village, Clotha begins dragging her feet more and more the closer she draws to home....

You are passing out of the deep of the forest. The ancient oak trees that soar above your heads into the grey pre-dawn sky begin to thin. Huge black crows caw at you mournfully from the boughs.

A thick ground mist steams about you, but when it clears you can see the faint outlines of the ruins that surround the village. Turning and looking across Gallows Wood, two miles to the south you can see a slender black tower rising up from the forest.

Ahead you can hear faint voices.....

Barn has been rolling the barrel alongside himself while holding his halberd in one hand, but he slows to a halt as he hears the voices.

"I think we n-need to decide exactly what we are g-going to say and who going to s-say it."  The big man looks insistent. "We can't let Clotha go back to just being sold like cattle by Gond to Eldron, or else we... we didn't h-help her at all by bringing her b-back here!"

He pauses.  "I think w-with the treasure we f-found, we m-might have enough to p-pay Eldron back h-his bride price if it c-comes to that..."