Jondi stumbles through the undergrowth of Altas Verde, twigs and leaves entrapped in his beard, grunting as he pulls at a rope connected to his sled. The runners were lodged in a piece of boggy mud, and trapped by a tree root arching up from the ground, not only that but the sled was heavy with sacks of vegetables and bundled pots and pans he refused to leave behind.
He loses his grip on the rope, his hands sweaty from the strain, and falls back on his ass, his beard leaping upwards and over his face, blinding and smothering him temporarily. After wrestling himself free (looking like an angry blond yeti half-pint) he stands wearily, spitting upon the sled, and wading into the mud and pushing it free, his beard trailing in the dirt.
He hefts the shoulder harness back over his head and continues on, off into the bushes, taking a large bite from a raw onion in his grip, eyes looking side to side at the vegetation, and nose sniffing at the forest air as he gently hums off-tune notes to himself
At first he only just about smells the fire, smokey and wood-scented, before pushing aside a low hanging tree branch, and seeing a tall crumbling wall, no, tower, rising up above the canopy, it's twin behind and to the side. He walks forward into the small clearing about the towers base.
Sniffing the air again, the fire is close by, and stinking of something else, itching his nose.
Magic it seems.
Jondi stopped in his tracks to look around the clearing about the tower for any sign of the fire or its maker, reaching into his belt satchel and slowly backing up his sled into the bushes once more.
His head snaps upward, as he hears the crack and rumble of old stone giving way, as pieces of the wall break off and fall outward from the tower onto the forest floor.
Jondi took a half step backwards, eyes looking about the rubble, and spotting as well as hearing an odd...person, shouting to the world:
"For the devil's sake!"
Jondi threw off his harness clumsily, causing some of the skillets on the sled to clatter, before slowly meandering through the rubble towards the cross figure on the ground, beard swaying to and fro as his jaw worked over the onion in his mouth some more. He stepped up on a boulder, and standing nearby, asked:
" Y'alrigh' ?"
Before biting into a fresh radish from his satchel, and chomping away at it concernedly.