As with the two previous evenings, the night passes uneventfully. You awaken on a thankfully clear, but still cool day. The elderly dwarf has woken early and has prepared a breakfast of summer sausages and some kind of biscuit that tastes of licorice. After breakfast, he with your help, takes down the camp and sets off for again for Candlekeep. After just an hour, he takes a right off the main road heading south, and joins a smaller road heading west. "Will be just another hour or two til we arrive." The dwarf says in increasingly confident common.