I have no opinion on what they get up to, myself. Perhaps after notifying the sheriff, the camp could be scouted and set up, per original plan? Rixon says, as he shrugs the pair of swords back into place on his back, and adjusts the hood of his cloak.
What do we do about his snoring lout, too? Rixon wonders, gesturing to the slumbering Warlock.