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It wasn't often that Harvey left his stomping ground of Lullin Town, much less out of the eastern territory at all. He didn't enjoy doing so, as he always felt so unprepared, no matter how much time he spent trying to. He never brought enough layers, or brought too much. Especially considering how infamous he had heard that this mountain was to cross. A real pain in the ass, he had heard. Someone had even told him to not even bother; and to wait it out or to let someone else go ahead and take care of it for him. But that wasn't how Harvey had been able to stay in business for so long, in the place he lived in, and with him being as young as he was. If you wanted to get shit done, especially if it was a big deal, like this one had been- you went in and did it yourself. Which on all accounts, would seem contradictory to the attitude in which he had once prided himself in; having his cake and eating it too. But shit didn't work like that once your name was on that sign above the door.

In a way, he had liked the way that things had turned out. It had forced him to grow up a lot, considering how much of an immature brat he had been when he had inherited his business. He had never really had anyone depend on him before- for reliable service and even to some- employment. It was a strange place for a former street rat to be in, but Harvey liked to think that he had long since grown into the role.

So it was because of this gradual process that had brought Harvey to his least favorite sort of environment- the fucking cold. Or at least to him, it was cold. Bundled up on the horse he had bought for just this trip, Harvey had turned to mumbling to himself with no other source of companionship aside from the four legged beast underneath him. Stella, as he had learned was her name, didn't seem terribly interested in his complaining. Harvey supposed one of them had to focus on the road ahead of them; as the townsfolk from the village he had just left warned had a storm on their radar. Unfortunately for Harvey, he didn't have the luxury of time on his side anymore. The meeting between him and the final buyer was in two days, and he had to be back in Lullin by then- if not sooner. Harvey touched the small, brown leather pouch attached to his hip underneath his cloak, relieved to find that the vial was still safely inside. One crack in the thin glass, and this whole expedition was moot. His time would have been wasted, and Harvey didn't particularly like it when his time was wasted. But the buyer for whatever the hell this was promised such a large sum for the damned thing that he would be set up for at least six months. 

Time seemed to slow on this mountain, all by himself with Stella. It felt like hours since he had left that small village, and perhaps it truly had been. Harvey felt uneasy, as he knew that bandits tended to lurk around these paths with hopes of luring dumb looking fucks, perhaps not too dissimilar to himself; who were isolated and/or alone and were an easy target to rob. What was strange that it was only after dwelling on this possibility that Harvey heard the soft clamor of hooves behind him. Another rider? This early in the morning? Harvey frowned and forced his horse to stop, and to turn in the direction of the other rider. "Hey you! What are you doing here? State your business!"