Digging through the wreckage, you find opened sacks and broken crates, but no rations. It is odd for a caravan of this size not to have been properly stocked with food for such a journey. Before giving up the search you luckily spot some equipment hidden under an overturned cart.

As a dark cloud forms overhead and rain begins to fall, you are left with no choice but to head back to the village for the evening. Yet another day with no sign of a way to escape these dreaded woods.