The women rushed off, in the direction of the farm and the road, no doubt heading to the same town that Marric travelled from usually. They might even meet up with the halfling woman on the way in that direction. Nonetheless, as Marric stood there, he could hear the bristling of a fire somewhere in the distance. It seemed that whoever was nearby had not noticed the escape though, or at least had not come to follow them.<br/><br/>Atop a small hill a bit further was a rising whiff of smoke. Campfire gave that much smoke, if it was burning poorly. There was not enough smoke for it to be anything more, but more than any torch would give out certainly.