Moving back out the gate, Narrhil returns to the globes of light, but does not enter, he then extinguishes his icicle and moves along the outside of the Continuous Light spell effects, watching for any protruding objects into the light; to give him an idea what may lie in the darkness. Otherwise he goes very slow, his battle axe in hand, stretched out, testing for trees or low rocks in his way.

[So, the glare of the Continuous Light spells does not obscure any light from any other light source?

Do they look human, orc, or other form?]

[lol. I hope a 1 is a good thing? ]

[1d6]=1

He looks for landmarks, some indication of a path, a well, birdbox, milestone, etc...

[Hampshire, got ya, close enough. ]

Narrhil turns to try and see were the smell might have been blown from. Icicle extended and wand ready...

Edit: Changed Torch to Icicle.

[Any map with landmarks?]

Narrhil carefully moves south, trying to follow any obvious structure, he might be in a barn or stable area or a picket fence around a house, he is unsure.

The faint light of his icicle is not as great as a torch, but he peers into the darkness, determined that if his enemy is near, he can see them first and strike quickly...

He trudges forward keeping alert; listening for any danger. He moves to the opening to cross into the next area looking for some kind of dwelling.

'Wolf,' he thinks as he places his hand beside the print to judge its size. He looks north-west to make sure nothing his returning...