The scout team departs the farm village and heads west, skirting the low hills to the south with the intention of avoiding Hara itself not far to the north. They pass a few scattered farmholds and small villages, all of which seem to be in various states of abandonment. The countryside is quiet, and the team sees nobody on their road. Off to the south, from around the crest of one of the grassy hills, there is a wisp of smoke curling into the grey sky, possibly from a campfire or chimney, but that is the only direct evidence that there might be anyone nearby.
As the day moves on toward the evening, one farmhouse they pass has a tiny shrine in front of it, a low pile of dark stones artfully arranged into semicircular wall about a foot high. There is a small wooden box closed with a metal clasp lying in the center of the shrine, the scattered remains of dried flowers soaked by spring rains about it on the ground. The house itself seems to be in decent shape, a small barn the only outbuilding still standing. Given the hour, this might be a decent place to set up camp for the night. A roof overhead would be welcome insurance against the weather, in any case.