"Take these with our gratitude," the chief said formally. "It's the least we can offer to the people who saved us from extinction. If you ever return to this valley, you will be honored as the heroes you are. Stories of this night will be told for generations."
Satou accepted the supplies gratefully, distributing them among his team. The healing salves in particular would be invaluable—they'd help with the worst of the injuries during the journey back to the carriage.
Then, with final farewells to the lizard-folk who'd gathered to see them off—dozens of warriors and civilians who wanted to express their gratitude—they began the journey back through the valley.
The walk back was quieter than the infiltration had been. Exhaustion weighed on everyone. Urgot had to be supported between Kelvin and Grimnir. Freda remained unconscious, now being carried by Shadow despite their own injuries—the mysterious figure seemed to have surprising strength despite their relatively small build.
