The party leave the archers and their fortified camp behind, giving it a wide berth due to fear of further traps. It is now late afternoon, but there is still a few hours of light left. Heading north - west, Frog Froth's keen senses avoid them getting turned around, the trek is rather peaceful and uneventful for some time.
In a clearing - a small square, perhaps there was a small market here once, but now it is an undulating surface with short bushes growing in patches - the group pauses. There is a particularly strong vinegar like smell - quite pleasant actually, it reminds you of certain dishes popularized by travelers of the Hundred Kingdoms.
What does the party do?