Not Orc-Work, Nor Ranger, Nor Rohir
Pheadra looked at Haeneth, and then turned to head toward the place they had seen. More and more debris was found, and finally what remained, or what had been left of the cart. What could be salvaged from it was stripped away, leaving a damaged husk. The grass was flattened in several places around it, and Pheadra stooped to examine one of them. She plucked something small from within the grass as her fingers moved over it. She held up a small, carved horse between her fingers, "This is where they were overcome, and where some finally lay." Blood had soaked into the ground around some of the flattened areas, and some further distance away was the burnt pile, though what was burned was still a mystery.