The monsters were indeed giving chase, but they were not as fast as any of the horses, so naturally the party would be able to easily go ahead of them. Riding onward still, another twenty five yards or so and the party made it to the inside of the bandit camp, the monsters probably not all that far behind as they were most likely chasing the group, or so it would be safe to assume so to keep everyone on guard. Still, they were in the bandit camp, which was a nice, one hundred yard enclosure with three huts, as they had seen before, although the fourth, that had a door, was most likely the most defensible. 

In the meantime Vialesa got closer to the fire and she could see some blurry figures now and a somewhat brighter flame. There was only one blurry figure there that seemed to somewhat back from the fire and be hunched over a bit, but that was all that was visible from this distance to Vialesa. While sight wise it was hard to see who was there, in the air there was a very... powerful smell. Rot, decay, and death. Smells that struck the senses that were coming from the direction of that fire. At around twenty or so yards away from the small campsite she could choose to get closer to see just who were there at the fire, or with whatever that smell was that was around there choose to stay away.