“Just asking a local about the farm is all. Come on,” Handy said, now thoroughly grateful for his cloak keeping the water mostly off his armour. He closed all three of the clasps of his cloak to close it tighter over his body as the wind seemed to pick up. The pair of them followed the trail leading out of the village and into the woods. Well, in truth, it was more akin to an orchard, but one that had long since fallen to neglect. 