Nasaar, you determine that whatver fight happened here was a few days ago, as small shoots of mountain grass are pushing through the drag marks on the ground. You are also able to make a good guess that a lot of the debris were part of a typical wagon, which was somehow thrown from the road into the trees a good 30 feet away and smashed into pieces.

I also note a lack of any bodies of the attackes or defenders. You find a couple of broken crossbow bolts stuck in the trees, which would indicate at least one of the sides was reasonable well armed.

"Maybe it was ghosts.  Or a dragon."  Gruntor scratches his head....

"Likely ogres." Nasaar says with a shrug. "That was what is suppose to be causing troubles around here. No reason to put dragons into the mix..." He shrugs though. Not much else to see here, I say we move on."

The firbolg nods. "Ogres are strong. Can smash real good."

How do you proceed?

((Do the drag marks go along the road, or off it?))

Nasaar glances to his companions, ready to continue along towards their destination. As he notes several still checking out the drag marks he would wait to see what they are about.

If the drag marks aren't clearly heading off track to a possible ogre cave or the like, the firbolg will follow along the road behind Nasaar.

The drag marks end here on the road.

The firbolg follows along behind Nasaar.

"Can you tell if it was human cart or other people cart? Firbolg don't use cart."

Afrom the bits and pieces the rest of the party could determine  it was an average cart of sturdy design, usable by most humanoids.

"Looks to be human make. We can assume they became dinner. Let us keep on our route," Serit says, gesturing to the others to continue their trek to the next area.

The firbolg nods and continues onward.

Roll survival, stealth and any other relevant rolls you want.

Survival: 27

Stealth: 20

Perception: 11

Lion Stealth: 18

Lion Perception (smell): 19

Gruntor

Survival   22

perception  20

stealth  21

Nasaar is ready to follow whomever takes the lead to move onward from here.

You proceed with great expertise and move along the road without difficulty, while maintaining stealth until you are mere hours away from one of the hill forts. The hills here have some woodland, but the trees are shorter and thinner than in the lowlands. You occasionally see more signs of fighting of some kind: smashed trees, sits of scattered pottery and similar.

Thanks to your skill, you hear in advance that there is movement ahead of you on the road ahead, past a bend around 200 feet ahead. As far as you can tell, whoever is ahead is not trying to be stealthy, but rather openly marching the road.

"We move off trail? Send Lion ahead?"

Gruntor nods  "Send one ahead who can find what this is"