You were a delivery man, specifically for The Society. Every shipment was handled by you, so nothing was lost or stolen.

Today was no exception. You weren’t surprised when you got a call from Montague, he was always the one that planned deliveries, and when he asked for more alcohol barrels from Fencing Fields to Grand Glacier, again, you weren’t surprised.

Off you went, to the snowy mountains. With one knock he opened the door, “They’re here?”