::After hearing Mertoks words of urgency, Harv and Darien fall deeply into a daydream. Day ebbs into night, and back again for several days. Finally a sharp pain in his calf snaps harv back to reality. Looking about, he shocked to see that he and Darien currently lie in the Compost heap outside of Lonsdales abode, and down by his feet a squirrel's attacking his ankly. After kicking the squirrel with his boot and rousing the dwarf by pinching his cute little chubby cheek, ((;) )) Harv hefts him onto his shoulders in a firemans carry.

Still gingerly stretching his legs Harv and his burden trudge behind a servant who's busily pulling weeds. Tapping the man on the shoulder causes him to bolt upright, obviously he had no idea they were behind him. Several minutes of questioning reveals that Harv and Darien were thought to have been struck down by some unknown contaigon and were thus placed with the trash. Thanking the man, Harv sets out on foot for the rendevouz lugging Darien on his shoulders.

"Sheesh, man you need to think about starting a diet and exercise plan"

Along the way the intrepid pair comes across a roadside peddler hawking weapons. Noticing that he and Darien had left the Fortress without a full combat load, and that they would be traveling close to the Raiders, Harv springs for a pair of Dirks to augment his throwing knives and hands Darien a gift certificate for whatever he'd like ((Dar, not sure what weapons you'd like just make your selection and RP it out))
The Peddler, noticing the FK emblem upon Harv's ring, was kind enough to offer a deep discount on his wares. Thanking the man, Harv continues on.

As the day wane's the two set about to making a campsite for the evening. Using flint and tinder from his pouch, Harv builds a small fire, to warm themselves around. As the night falls over them and the fires embers die out, Harv drags Darien, now sleeping like a baby dwarf, slightly into the forest so as they cannot be seen by anyone traversing the path. Drawing his cloak about his form, and sitting up against a tree Harv's eyes rapidly grow heavy and he lapses into a quiet deep sleep::


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