Turilia is the first gone. Silent contempt is all she has to fall back on in the absence of more... refined social skills, but they work well enough. Nobody, at least, seems to want to try to talk to the woman on her way out of town. Perhaps they're just as happy to see the back of her as not. Once outside of the town and out of sight, it's child's play to curve around town to head for the forest instead of following the road out the way she'd came in, and luck holds. The road too is empty; a dirt track, heavily tamped down with large ruts worn in both sides where lumber came out of the woods. It's a short walk to where the trees start to crop up in earnest, the large green blob on the horizon seeming less to draw closer than to spread around the edges of her peripheral vision, and by degrees Turilia enters the forest. Overhead, the blue sky is already starting to have the color drawn out of it by high thin clouds, gray spreading and seeming to make the air even stickier with humidity. Still, the biggest threat she can find while walking is bugs; they're out in force so far. Given Albali's directions there's no question of what bridge she's supposed to wait by, and she takes up a guarding position out of immediate sight. More than once, there seem like there's noises like a large animal moving coming from deeper in, but... it's always right on the edge of her hearing, and far away even if true. Nothing left for it but to wait.<br/><br/>The others make their way, one by one, over the next hour and with varying amounts of ease. Eiyre's prattle seems convincing enough; a shopkeeper starts off fairly remote, but soon warms to the odd young woman and helps her find a cheap, prettily colored wooden... well, she's not sure what it is. Some odd shape or another that may possibly have been a horse at some point. It's- well, certainly it would be hard to<span style="font-style: italic">forget</span>where it came from, distinctive as it is and possibly the worst carved animal in history. Albali and Xarithe draw their own share of attention, and even a few close-lipped smiles... though the thought of what might happen if Albali's tastes have<span style="font-style: italic">grown</span>flit across enough minds to ensure that the smiles are brief. Regardless, it serves for an excuse for both to head directly back towards the woods without further subterfuge and they arrive to meet up with Turilia sooner than the rest. The others trickle in as the sun nears directly overhead, hard as that is to tell with the increasing cloud cover smearing out the light and softening shadows. Under the bridge, the creek burbles lazily away, and the road continues on into the deeper forest and the presumed ambush location on Albali's map.<br/><br/>[[Chatter, make any more detailed tactical plans, etc!]]