Believe it or not, I've been trying to get the characters out of this damn town for the last several weeks. They just won't go. Not that any of them have any particular desire to stay at the moment, they're just taking their own sweet time in packing up.

That said, we are in the final stretch of our heros' escape from Bob into the wilderness, delivering them from slavering hordes of irate beings with many sharp, pointy things.

Or perhaps into them. It's so hard to tell with these things.