Getting back to the town was easy and Bitterroot found her saddlebags in the mill, exactly where she’d left them, with all her stuff inside. Returning to the scrublands, she didn’t even need to follow the river; it was hard to miss the beacon that was the pillar of smoke. Bitterroot did another circle of the area and the fire was almost completely out. After a few cloud rearrangings to catch the last straggling flames, she landed at Amanita’s side (Amanita was doing just fine and patches of Circe’s coat were coming back in) and retrieved a set of fetters. They were designed to let the imprisoned move at a decent walking speed while a chain connecting the front legs to the back legs preventing them from running, bucking, or reaching too far forward.