The trek towards Wolf's cabin was not a pleasant one. More than once Alivia muttered a curse under her breath and wished she had worn her more casual uniform, but she expected a fight, so it was natural for her to want to be prepared. Still, in the muggy heat under the canopied forest, Alivia partially regretted wearing her full armor. Within minutes of departuring Matt's cabin, Alivia's dark hair was slick with sweat and stuck to her temples. She was a mess, but determined. Counting her steps, Alivia measured out two miles, but didn't find another structure. Groaning, the woman looked and listened: there had to be some kind of clue as to where the man lived.<br/><br/>That's when Alivia spotted an animal trap. Of course, there had to be more, he was a fur trader after all. Following the traps like one would a blood trail, it didn't take terribly long for the woman to come across a cabin nestled among the trees. A frown pulled at Alivia's lips as she spotted a Woodsman surrounding the building. "Blast it all." The very last thing Alivia wanted was the Woodsman interfering with her justice. Still, all there was to do was approach and make herself known. With the delicate balance between the factions hanging by a thread now that Grandma Reed was dead, who knew what this Woodsman would do had he found her first.<br/><br/>With her sword still eased within its scabbard, Alivia traipsed her way through the trees towards the Woodsman fellow, making as much noise as possible so as not to surprise him. "Woodsman!" Her voice carried well and Alivia was sure he heard her. "I'm looking for a man named Wolf, a fur trader." Alivia stopped well short of him,  resting her right hand upon the hilt of her sword and eyeing the cabin warily. "Mind if I ask why you're out so far from the city? Don't you Woodsman usually just accept bribes and drink all day?" The disdain in her voice wasn't hard to miss. Of course, most Red Cloaks hated the Woodsman. Or rather, those of the Red Cloaks that didn't bribe them to look the other way. That, however, was a hate most Red Cloaks fostered and when one was found, the perpetrator was hanged as soon as his crimes were proven.