The way back seemed just as nerve wracking as the way in, perhaps more-so. Relief at getting the blade warred with the fear that the ogre might yet be close, waiting for a guard to drop low enough that it would strike.<br/><br/>Time crawled by as the two heroes flitted from shadow to shadow, tree to boulder, and up out of the ogre haunted pass, safely rejoining the rest of the small company.<br/><br/>As they arrived back at the campsite, they were just in time to see Feng collapse to the ground, both Jiao and Madame Shu darting towards him.