Ditch the man! Flight!

Clutching the vial in hand, you dash towards the greenery of the forest. You can hear the man thundering after you, his loud footfalls creating a cacophony of clamorous pounding. You run and run, making sure to weave between trees in hopes of throwing him off your scent. Eventually, the sound of his pursuit gradually diminishes into nothing, and you rush all the way back to the town center. You wait for an hour until everyone heads inside for some religious purpose or other, and you leap into the sugar maple that stands as your base. That’s 1 less vial to collect.