Baenroth is still feeling woozy and dazed. The idea of bouncing along on a horse's back is not very appealing right now, but neither is being gutted by drow. Again.
"Sir Corelief, thank you for your aid. You are right, let's start putting distance between ourselves and this prison. We can try to get our bearings as we go and decide where we all wish to go later. Though, if someone paid to have us released, I suspect they will also have some task they wish us to perform, and are likely waiting to meet us on the road. I just hope they brought clean clothes and some fresh water. Hyah!" Baenroth spurs his horse in the direction of "away from here."