A few days of hard trek through the wilderness returns the travelers to the site of the attempted sacrifice of Hatepshon by the Thousandfold Men of Industry. Eryndir scouts the area but finds no trace of the druid. Caleb, ever the sensible one, notes that the sun is low and the travelers would do well to rest for the evening.
The river is teeming with fish, and Charn is able to simply reach down and gather dinner. Able has had finer fare, but the opportunity to enjoy something other than rations on the trail elicits a smile from the otherwise dissatisfied tiefling.
It is no more than 15 minutes after the sun rests below the horizon before the form of the antler-crown'd druid emerges from the darkness. "You're back," he says, somewhat confused as to why.