The outskirts of Hargeon Town.
Far from, yet still in view of the enormous Lamia Scale guildhall, this was the outer most part of the town, busy with merchants coming and going into town. Walking out of town, a certain gray haired mage was moving in the direction of his place of birth, when a merchant in a wagon came to a stop next to him. "Going somewhere, friend?" The middle aged man asked.
Dmitry Kazakov looked up at the man from underneath the tattered, wide-brim hat on his head, as if appraising him. The medium was more on edge then usual, the task he was setting out on something he had been dreading along time.
"I'm headed out Mount Hakobe way," he said with a grim voice. "Got some...family business to take care of." The merchant scratched his head at this, not sure what kind of family anyone would have in that area. However, he thought it best not to ask and decided to bring a bit of luck on his trip with some charity, an old merchant's tale back where he was from.
"Well, I'm stoppin' by Magnolia," the merchant said, showing his hospitality. "Your welcome to ride along with me 'til then." Dmitry simply nodded and climbed into the back of the wagon, making room for himself among the various merchandise. "Sorry if it's a bit cramped back there; I just got started on this trip, so I got plenty a merchandise left."
"That's fine," Dmitry said, not needing much comfort anyway. "I appreciate the help."