The miserable weather made for equally miserable trudging along the muddy road, but just as Jonathan had said, the cart was found roughly an hour's walk beyond the walls of Elsin Keep. The cart's various goods were strewn about, sacks of grain torn and scattered, bags of sheeps' wool ripped open like overstuffed pillows. While the cart was obviously horse-drawn, there was no sign of a draft horse anywhere, save for a small green body sprawled around the torn harnesses, a hoof-print stamped into its face.