After dispatching the harrowblade, the party trudged on through the marshlands. Soon after reaching firm ground again, they rested for the night. Their sleep was interrupted when they were set upon by ghastly undead creatures, one of whose bite awoke Father Gilbridge from his slumbers. The hunger (and stench) from beyond the grave was no match for the heroes, however, and the foes were hastily dispatched.
They rode on to the south for the next two days, reaching Witchcross at nightfall. The village seemed nearly abandoned, but the JJAC managed to find shelter an the home of a local tanner. The bulk of the able bodied men of the area had gone off to Rethmar a few days prior in answer to Lord Jaarmath’s call for militiamen.
Deciding against visiting the Circle of Eth, they rode at dawn for Rethmar. Pushing the horses brught them to the city gates before dusk.