The wagon slowed to a stop and Druid Girl performed a summoning. Interesting, a little obvious but interesting nonetheless. He occasionally glanced at the female pair as Druid Girl made her request of the fae to go and scout for the group. Mainly to see if anyone was there. The little creature sped off, going through the underbrush before returning and telling Druid Girl someone was on the north side.

[color=red]"Maybe someone elses wagon or cart needed a wheel...and they decided to help themselves to this one. Or they had another use for it."[/color] He said, he had already looked at the tracks. He had the feeling someone had pilfered the carts goods, but still where was the operator?

Druid Girl spoke up, saying they should investigate while the farmer felt they should all go. But that would leave him undefended, which the women mentioned. [color=red]"I'll go, I'd say Druid should stay about mid-range just in case..."[/color] He said but tilted his head slightly. [color=red]"But maybe close [b]would[/b] be better...I'd make a better wall to long distance attacks."[/color] He continued before shrugging. He'd let her do what she wanted.

For now he just started to follow the tracks, looking over them with a keen eye but he didn't ignore the woods-line ahead. He was annoyed he couldn't read footprints as well as he should, but combat was his thing. Not tracking. But in little time at all they got to the woods-line and all that was present was more trampled shrubbery, grass, torn up dirt, and a dead woman. Well...shit. Approaching he crouched down next to her and touched the blood. It was dry and quite brown.

She'd been there a while. [color=red]"Not fresh...but not old either."[/color] LF said as he stood back up. [color=red]"We should continue on and be more wary."[/color] He said to the dark skinned woman as he started to head back for the wagon. His tribe didn't do burials, they let nature take its course with their dead.