They are still behind you.

Three days ago, after a long night of drinking whatever it was that Thousand Bones said was the local drink...it stopped smelling like lizard after you had your second round.  Of course, everything stopped smelling after you had your second round...you woke in the morning to find One Life waiting for you with three young men.  They were guides to see you safely out of the Kerrows and help get you on your way.  Thanks to them, your trip has been mostly uneventful.  Mostly  The heat is of course oppressive.  Also, Krojun seems to be following you.  He is leading a small group of men.  Five including himself.  They are keeping a respectable distance.  Your guides said he should have turned more north after the second morning.  One of them rode out to Krojun's group and came back. The young man shrugged.  He says he's just happens to be heading the same way.  I think he just wants ta mess with your heads.  He won't come after you while we're here.

That does seem to be the case.  Krojun's group stays just within sight, setting up camp when you do.  Already waiting to head out at the same time you do.  He must be curious to see what you're going to get up to.

Two hours before dusk on the third day, your guide points at a small rise about a half mile up.  There's a shallow rut on the other side.  The place you seek is there.

Thousand Bones was maddeningly vague about it.  It is some left over from some race that walked this land before our grandparents ancestors dreamed of being born.  There are a few such ruins around the Cinderlands.  The Moon Clan is fascinated with them.  They consider them holy ground.  The rest of us give those places a wide berth.  My Clan has a lot of experience with dead places.  And it's usually a truism that if it's dead, don't poke it if you want it stay that way.

You arrive soon after.  The sun is starting to come down.  Your guides point back around the rise.  We're going to set up camp back there.  You going down now?  Or waiting for first light?

Zuni looked over the shallow rut and frowned.  "Let's camp here and go down in the morning.  I don't fancy exploring a ruin in the dark, especially with Krojun and his goons behind us and possible undead lurking in the ruin."

Selvin didn't like Krojun that much, or the fact that he was following them...with a group of other barbarians. He didn't trust that Krojun wouldn't make trouble for them at some point either really. But he didn't want to give the man the satisfaction, so he restrained himself from looking back over his shoulder at their followers. It was a hard thing, however. He caught himself a couple of times starting to look back, and managed mostly to convert it to looking at one of his companions.

He gave a nod of agreement after a moment's thought. "Yes. Tomorrow'll be fine, provided our followin' friends," The word friends was slightly emphasized to indicate it was the opposite, "don't give us any trouble t'night."