Jamie, Tamina, and Udo found it easy to trail the Gibazov mining party. Their north-northeastward route was well-roaded but also very hilly, with plenty of cover. The Gorielian population out of town was mostly farmers and herdsmen, but they were easy to avoid -- if you didn't seem likely to steal their sheep or rape their goats, they were happy to let you pass at a safe distance. The villages were placed on hilltops and defended with stockades. Into one such the mining party retreated as the storm swept down from the north, and the three pursuers found a convenient cave to shelter in 'til it was past.
Occasionally they were threatened by scruffy, desperate outlaws - unclanned men with nothing to lose, too hungry or too cruel to think of anything but killing the adventurers and eating them. None of them lived long enough to learn to say "kobold" instead of "catgirl." A greater nuisance was the occasional mosquito patch. At one point, Udo went half-mad and had to be restrained from blasting the little bloodsuckers with his staff.
Their quarry made good time, and evening found them sheltering in a comfortable village, while their three pursuers camped out in another cave. Damn it, no marshmallows,
[OOC: Pausing but I can carry it forward if people don't want to take the opportunity to really...be
...in this cave.]