Harvik was an man who could get things done. He wasn't an extremely powerful man but he was strong enough to take down a bear in one shot. He was getting tired of walking. He wish he had had enough gold to get him a horse, but then again he wouldn't have anything for himself. He nibbled on some salted beef as he walked in the general direction of the town of Abralem. He had received a letter from a relative that he needed some help in trapping some animals. Harvik wrote back that he would help but he hadn't received a letter in at least a month. Getting worried he decided to head there and see what the deal was.<br/>Harvik had heard in a local tavern that there was a band of folks going around torching small farms and the like and they were pronouncing the end of the world and demanding that the people break the yoke of their human oppressors. He didn't care to understand what they were going on about and tried to ignore the more unsettling rumors. "By the Gods its hot..." He muttered before stopping underneath a tree to rest beneath its shade and finish his salted meat. He grabbed his waterskin and drank deeply. Maybe he would take a nap. It was certainly peaceful enough.