A light snow had fallen overnight and Alric looked over to his companion as they walked toward the forest, a worried expression written over his face. He rubbed the stubble on his chin with one gloved hand while the other rested on the hilt of his sword, "This will make it harder to find them, surely."
Yesterday morning, two loggers had taken a sled pulled by a large mule out into the woods to locate a suitable yule log for the upcoming festivities. But they had not returned, so the two adventurers had been sent to find what had become of them.
The new snow had left the sled tracks barely visible across the open field and Alric only hoped they would be able to follow the trail once it entered the woods.