Chapter X: Food For Thought
Fortunately for all three, the night passes mostly without incident. Once or twice, Marabir stirs, roused by the distant howling of wolves or by the eerie snapping of twigs somewhere distant as some animal makes its way through the undergrowth, and several times Marabir is sure he feels the crawling feeling of spiders and insects making their way over his face, but the prince is able to drift off again. Whether by chance (or simple incompetence) no Caledormist trackers find them, and there is no distant shouting or screaming to suggest anyone managed to find Aldaran either. In the end, the worst the party have to deal with is the cold mist and stale sweat from their run, which by sunrise the next morning have managed to soak Marabir's and Aerendir's clothes, leaving them sodden and itching.
(It's unclear if Falnis shares this discomfort, but he certainly doesn't seem to share the same smell of stale sweat. Whether this is due to some kind of varim magic (entirely possible given the cost of noble's garments in Mereldinor) or merely because the dark elf has washed at some point in the night is unclear.)