Satisfied that she has successfully sold out her cousin to his enemies, Patlen returns home. Felor casts a spell of magic detection on the gold coins, but despite her warnings, the coins appear to be mundane, bearing no enchantments.
The party sleeps until first light, then leaves Beerpool by the north trail to the Hazard Road.
After walking a few hours, the Headlee watchtower -- the one the younger Jeb Tuell fell to his death from, presumably -- can be seen in the distance. While still more of a village than a proper town, Headlee is about three times as large as Beerpool, with a bigger, less decrepit octagonal holy house, a new-looking windmill, and a three-story inn.
The merchant wagons you saw on the road ahead of you pass by Headlee without stopping, but the ass-drawn peddler's cart stops to tie up in front of the inn. Three young women wash clothes in the stream that runs through the village under the shade of an oak tree, talking and laughing loudly.