Hurrying from their high vantage point the group manages to find respite from the coming darkness amongst a small copse of bushes under a small rock outcrop. They quickly gathered what little resources there are in the area and manage to ignite a small fire, not big enough to cook on, but enough to warm the spirit.
After what seemed like an eternity, the dawn slowly creeped in. It had been a cold night, not much for sleeping, just some rest for weary bones. They quickly broke camp after a quick meal of water and berries. The next few days were fairly uneventful as the group made their way down the northern slope of the GrimmWall Mountains and out across the Savage Wastes. They stealth-fully circumvented hordes of orcs, and many foul creatures as they crossed the wastes.