James, now wrapped in heavy furs mounted his Charger and rode into the heavy blizzard, Members of the Fordragon garrison calling him a fool. He rode out into the blizzard looking for the scouting party. He found them after riding out for only 3 hours. They had sent out four and only 3 remained here. The three were dead their bodies ripped apart and eaten. He only found them because of the blood spatters all around and the mounds covered with snow. It sickened him greatly but he had seen this before during the Lordareon campaign. He sighed and decided to see if he could find the missing scout.