The party shares soft, though slightly sorrowful smiles, as they start walking back. They do, indeed, find the remains of the patrol, and gather the bits of treasure they had. The rest of the journey is uneventful, giving them time to walk and talk and reminisce about the last month, which they all claimed seemed like the last two years.<br/><br/>They toss out a few ideas for his name, but none of them feel terribly inspired, as if still trying to wrap their minds around it, still unable to truly grasp that their ally is actually a god, despite what they'd seen in the last few hours.