He must have looked lost, then, because after he'd stood near the fire for a few minutes warming himself the stew-makers began helpfully pointing in the direction that all the other people were migrating. This happened to be generally uphill, which was the way Jack planned to travel anyhow (either it would take him to the Doctor's tower, or to a height-of-land whence he could see the tower come morning) and so off he hobbled.