In the morning, our intrepid group of travelers decided to don the garb of their deceased attackers and continue west on Ransom Way. They were challenged by yet another bandit, but their disguises and ‘smooth’ acting convinced him they were the real deal. When told where to drop off the wagon’s goods, the party decided to lure the camp’s occupants into an ambush of their own. The trap was successful and the party slew a Bandit Captain with only Diane taking serious wounds. They interrogated (without torturing) a surviving bandit who spilled the beans about the operation- most notably that any captives from the ambushes were being transported south through the swamps by a mysterious orange-robed person. The party dispatched the previous bandit and his lover in short order, but not before they could blow their horn. A few minutes later, a tremendous crash was heard to the east and a large cloud of dust rose into the air. The party, at the behest of Davwryn, made double-time on the wagon- driving the horses to near death exhaustion. Riding through the night, the group escaped the ravine and the Pokeynose Inn was in sight, the raucous sounds of merriment from the inn beckoning them onward.