We find a spring feeding the river that has blocked much of our path. It flows fresh and free. It is a good source of clean water and we filled our skins. The trek led us to a man that had long-since died under a pile of heavy logs. It seems to have been a trap of sorts and the rope holding it had been cut. A well-made axe remained in the tree. Who is this and who cut the rope. Breeg was to be hunting humans. Maybe this is his doing. No time for mourning or misspent prayers. I removed the axe and we turned South.