A Cruel Joke

Throughout the day, as per the plan, Lyonne kept a close eye on Edward. Despite his jittery behavior, there seemed to be nothing suspicious until nightfall, when the old man's actions took a nefarious turn. Under the cover of darkness, Edward ventured into the forest and returned with a cart driven by a masked individual. They meticulously ensured that they were not being observed before loading the cart with more than a dozen crates filled with vials of Xarbalte.

"So he really is the one..." Lyonne murmured as he walked closer toward them as discreetly as possible so he could listen in on their conversation.

'How long will these vials last?' The masked man asked.

'It depends on how much you supply it.' Edward replied. 'It was hard getting these past them... Tell your boss security is tighter around here, supplying it to him will be harder than usual.'