[IC] The Journey to Phandalin
The group works together to ease the piled goods down the curving slope of passageway beside the stream, until eventually they reach the mouth of the cavern without incident. Dusky twilight streams in from the darkening forest outside. There are no living creatures to be seen, aside from the party themselves, Burgess the mastiff still faithfully standing watch just outside the cave mouth, and the three surviving wolves chained up in the kennel room just off the main entrance.
Without a word, Willow nods to Burgess and he quickly bounds over to her side. Then she turns and enters the kennel, approaches the wary wolves, and quickly strikes off their chains to release them. The wolves sniff at her for a moment, baring their teeth at the combined smells of the mastiff beside her and the fresh wolf pelt strapped to her pack. But as soon as they've edged past her, they forget everything else and make a break for the woods. Nobody moves to stop them. They disappear into the night.
Meanwhile, Zhaquadan makes his careful way down the slope along the middle of the stream bed. The slope is steep and the water rushes with some force, but he is able to keep his balance without much difficulty. As he descends, Zhaquadan vigilantly scans his surroundings for signs of anything interesting. There is little to be found. All he manages to find is a single lost javelin, lodged between two rocks in the stream just below the point where the rope bridge passes overhead.
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