"Hey, look over here!" Jacob exclaimed, rushing ahead and then waving Arisa over to what might have seemed like two animal paths through the brush. Only the paths were too uniform and parallel to be natural, and with a bit of imagination it was clearly evidence of a wagon driven off the road and into the forest. "I bet you a smoked ham it's our delivery cart!"<br/><br/>The young butcher-in-training pulled out his cleaver and took a mighty swing at the foliage before him, and cleared a path effortlessly - making sure of course to let Arisa check out his developing biceps while flashing her a big grin.<br/><br/>"Let me handle this, ma'am," he said cheerily before slashing again and again, opening up a path for Arisa to follow. Even then the overgrowth couldn't help but snag at her dress every so often, lifting her skirt or pulling a strap off her shoulder, which only made Jacob try and keep his eyes forward every time he glanced back only to get an embarrassing but nice look at some extra skin.<br/><br/>Eventually the trees parted and they happened upon a clearing just beside a bubbling stream, and in the middle with shoots of tall grass wrapped around the axles was a trashed, abandoned cart sans horse and rider, and who knows what else. Jacob scratched his head and approached, hoping to find what he came all this way for.