Finna dragged the corpse of the Kobold along the beaten path that she had spent an hour walking along to find that something had happened to Aesa though the clues didn't really tell her what they were.  She dragged the corpse along its arms and legs getting caught on things as she dragged it but fortunately it wasn't took heavy that it only took her an hour to return to camp without encountering anything on the path.  Trot was napping on the porch of the Sherrif's Station his hat pulled foward covering his eyes.  His chair balanced impressively on the two back legs with his feet resting on the banister of the porch.  No one else was outside and aside from a few dim lights from inside of houses and a couple of people in the Magic Missle there wasn't much activity going on in the town.