[b][u][centre]The Next Morning[/centre][/u][/b]

The group were all awakened - if asleep, for some had chosen to stand watch over the night, still not trusting their companions - some time before dawn by the Greybeards. A hasty breakfast and supplies were given out, and soon the company was trekking back out into the frosty wilderness, happy to begin their journey on a fairly clear day; the blizzard had blown itself out last night, leaving behind plenty of snow and a nip in the air, that was only made worse by the height they were at. Delphine heading the group, they descended the mountain in silence, some unsure of speaking at the risk of dredging up the tension of last night, and some too tired to even both making an effort for the moment.
Taking about 3 or 4 hours, they made it to the village in good time, and the sun had finally risen, casting a golden glow across the swathe of white that lay upon the land around them.
"Alright. It's going to take about 2 weeks to get to Kynesgrove, give or take a few days." Delphine called to the group as they reached the edges of Ivarstead. "After that, I'll be leaving you, so I suggest you vote on a leader between yourselves as we walk."