Having the smoke pointed out, Torrinin gasps and jumps up in his seat on the wagon. "By Tymora! That looks like its coming from Wendle's place! We have to hurry!" He pulls the reins up and urges the horses into a gallop, the bundle of goods securely fastened to the wagon creaking slightly under the strain.

Cresting the hill, the party sees a farmstead nearly a mile out, consisting of fields with a house and a barn situated closely together in the middle. A well maintained fence surrounds the farm; the road splits, with one leg leading to the farm's gate, the other continuing along to Wealdstone. The barn is in the process of being consumed in a fiery blaze and the faint sounds of horses and cows can be heard within. Approaching the open gate of the farm, something seems a little off. A few hundred feet away from the farmhouse, you can see that the door is hanging loosely on broken hinges and several windows are broken.

"Wha-what could have done this?" Torrinin says in disbelief.