"We've decided that you guys are not so bad after all," they tell you. "Thanks to you forcably removing us from the dragon halls, we've become quite rich. Should you ever need a shelter, our doors will always welcome you."
It is early afternoon before the horses, pack animals and wagons are loaded up with your possessions and the community chest, and you finally depart the hollow.
Struggling through the woods for an hour, you finally reach the road, and turn west, for the sea.
You make slow but steady progress, and by the time you stop for the night, you have come out of the hills and reentered the coastal plain.
The night passes without incident.