"Huh? Wha' for?" The farmer asked, as Steppe Archer urged him to stop his wagon. It seemed, however, that once he looked a bit further ahead - and caught a glimpse of the ruined cart - the man was more than willing to comply. The rickety wagon came to a stop, and as the nomad tapped the druid on her shoulder, Druid Girl turned with a look of surprise on her face.

Once the caramel-skinned girl saw the ruined hand-cart, and the tracks and trodded foliage, she seemed to catch on immediately. With a swift hop, she leapt out of the wagaon's backside and rounded it. When asked for spells that could flush things out from afar, she merely shook her head though.

"No, I haven't learned anything like that yet... Although..." She trailed off, gently tapping her own chin with a single finger, before taking a deep breath.
"[i]
Lend me your glow, tiny fey, summon pixie![/i]"

Holding one palm outstretched, a golden glow began to gather within it. Soon, it burst, like a minitaure balloon and firework, revealing a tiny creature. It was a fairy, a small, luminious being that glowed with golden light all over its body. Cupping her hand, the little fey landed gently in in Druid Girl's palm, and looked up at its summoner curiously.

"Hello little friend." The druid said with a gentle smile. "Could you please take a look over there for us?" She asked, pointing with her free hand towards the distrubed vegetation. The little pixir merely nodded, then sped off, with a sound like that of a very small, jingling bell, as it flew off - a trail of glittery dust that quickly disipated behind it. It first headed for the southern side of the road, darting in and out of bushes, behind trees and through the grass, before then quickly flying over to the north side and doing the same. Inbefore long, it came flying back and landed on Druid Girl's shoulder.

"Mm? There's someone on the noirth side? A bit into the woods?" She asked, as the tiny pixir nodded vigorously. With this information, Druid Girl looked at each of her companions, and their employer, in sequential order, before speaking.

"My little friend here says she saw someone a bit further into the woods, on the northern side of the path here.... Maybe it's the owner of that cart?" She said, stepping a bit forward as so to get a better look. However, the druid didn't go to the north side, but rather investigated the back of the broken cart, as well as the strange tracks and marks around the area.
"Strange..." She said. "It looks like a bunch of people or creatures have gone back and forth here a lot... And something's been dragged along the ground as well. Something heavy." She said, having used her knowledge of tracks and wilderness lore to investigate the scene. She also noted something else. "... Where's the other wheel of the hand-cart though? It's not stuck under there, and there's no signs of it or any splinters, so it likely hasn't broken or fallen off... Did someone take it?"

"Wha' the hell would anyone want with a cart wheel?" The farmer asked, raising an eyebrow. "'Sides, shouldn't you all be, y'know, headin' in them woods and m-makin' sure it's safe, yeah?" He stuttered slightly, clearly showing the situation had made him unnerved. It was odd though, since if this was an ambush, surely someone would have leapt out, or at least taken a pot-shot at one of them by now? But nothing and nobody seemed to be in any hurry to engage them.  Was this just the remains of a previous, unfavorable encunter? Druid Girl returned to the wagon with a mix of confused seriousness on her face.

"Big Red, you mind poking into the north treeline? I'll be right behind you, ready to help, and our arche-friend-" She craned her head to look at Steppe Archer "-can stay here and keep us covered from afar, if we need to fall back." She half asked, half suggested. The little pixie on her shoulder took off, flying over to the northern side's trees and doing a series of figure eights, as if signalling that it was 'this way' that who, or whatever, it had disocvered was located.