[It's times like this, Washu wishes she could just open up a little pocket dimension and yank out a pointer. Unfortunately, it would hurt. A lot. So she settles for a lot of gesticulating.]

We find their camp and lure them out somehow. The racket they'll pitch'll lure the monsters to them and while they're fighting them off, we can sneak away. They can't worry about getting any of us when they're too busy fighting for their lives. It's kinda poetic that way.