She passes the sheet to him. "I will load things onto the cart while you fly."

And so she does.

Yanor brings the gold up in only a couple of trips. Ant haul has certainly increased his carrying capacity. "This goes in the cart too?"

"Yes." She can do a little bit of the loading herself, but mostly she will be extra hands for Yanor so he doesn't need to worry as much about stability.

They spend a while loading everything up and soon enough it's time to leave.

"We're going to have to make our way through the horrible maze again. I will follow the predetermined path in reverse."

She pulls out the rope to tie them and the cart all together. "With the added weight, we may need this to ensure we stay at the same pace."

Off they go. It is no more fun the second time.

Yanor leads them through the maze. Everyone is holding hands and walking slowly in a line. He's reading and following instructions from his notebook. Spaces twists and bends. Light fizzles away. The hallucinations (or perhaps illusions) return. Either way, it's a long miserable trek to the edge.

They do eventually emerge into a long, dark corridor. It stretches out for thousands of feet ahead of them.

She can provide Dancing Lights to supplement Yanor's less-dancing lights. The corridors are too narrow to be comfortable, especially when rolling the cart (and regularly reshaping it to fit through the narrower parts). It is still far more pleasant than whatever spell lies on the maze.

They travel through the solifugid cavern without incident. They exit the hydra's cave another few thousand feet of tunnels later. It's late afternoon.

"We can grab some of the other objects today and... get to sleep. If we wake before dawn we can make better time on the way back, and with Dancing Lights we could push slightly later without risk. Returning in two days should leave us some time in case we need to have Julen Reposed because Raises are not immediately available. Also I believe we could all do with some sleep. It has been quite a day."

"I agree with this plan." Yanor leads the party to a relatively safe location up north. "I can conjure the sylvan hideaway here. If we're ready to call it a day."

"A meal and rest sounds good to me."

"As good as anywhere else."

Hauling all the gold and everything else down into the Hideaway will be slow and difficult, and back out at the end even more do. It's early enough that they might be able to time it right... "Yanor, do you have a good feel for the Hideaway's duration? The spell ending may be the easiest way to transport the gold back up afterwards."

"I believe it will last around twelve hours now. The spell ending will shunt the contents out at the location of the trapdoor. It won't damage the gold."

Nod. "That should be a good time to commence our journey."

And hideaway?

He casts the spell, pulls the trapdoor open, and climbs down. The table is already set. Not that utensils are particularly necessary for a diet of magical berries.

She unfolds the Anytool around her rope to lower the heavy things in slowly before climbing down herself and collapsing it again. If they really needed to haul everything out they probably could, but it would be slow.

Food and cleaning the blood splatters off clothing. She doesn't have Mending, so Yanor will have to handle the tears tomorrow. She spends the remaining few hours before they get to sleep experimenting with her new illusion spell, figuring out what it can do that Silent Image couldn't besides lasting without her focus. (That also makes some measure of privacy easier to provide in case anyone happens to need it. The Hideaway definitely has its limitations, though it's certainly better than a Rope Trick.)

Yanor wakes everyone up in the morning. Breakfast is typical. There are enough local berries for this magic to work very well. The hideaway's duration is almost over.

The berries are very convenient, and so is having Lhín back. And her spells. She likes having spells available.

They climb out quite close to when the spell will end. It only takes ten minutes or so for it to collapse — better timing than she realized Yanor had. With everything already loaded onto the cart, they make their way to the beach through the pre-dawn mists with only her Dancing Lights and Yanor's spells lighting the way.

They pass by Maroux's island and follow the curve of the coast out of the lagoon.

Yanor takes a minute to conjure the magical raft and starts loading their cargo on board. Julen's body is wrapped up in cloth. If there's nothing else to be done, they will set sail for Magnimar.