Take her to the nearby outpost

Evellyn gags the half-elf with a strip of cloth, hauls her to her feet, and starts tying a leftover section of rope around her neck like a leash. ”What was that you just said about selling me at the trade post, hm?” Evellyn tugs at the leash a little, and the huntress whimpers with the realization of how much she just screwed herself over. ”A little taste of your own medicine, eh? Bet that’ll teach you not to disrespect a noblewoman. At the very least I can trade you for some directions, maybe even a horse.” The half-elf pulls at the leash, but there’s little she can do to resist as Evellyn begins pulling her into the forest. ”Take it as a compliment, I’m sure someone’s willing to pay good coin for those tits of yours!”

Evellyn walks for a while with her prisoner in tow to look for any sign of the outpost the huntress mentioned, until they descend down a hillside and come upon a dirt road. Evellyn inspects the trail, and after deducing the direction of traffic takes an educated guess, and begins leading her prisoner down the road towards the trading post - taking the huntress momentary renewed struggle as a sign they’re heading the right way.

Sure enough, after a couple minutes walking, a clearing with a sturdy loghouse becomes visible in the distance, with a few horses being watered outside and a sign above the door that reads “Narza’s Goods.”