A merchant ship docks in the Arrendalle port. The ports were full of merchants…and people seeking the creatures rumored to recently inhabit the mountains. Many have gone missing.
One of the passengers exits the ship wearing a simple traveler’s garb and inly a calvary saber on his side. His bag seems to be the heaviest part about him. If one were to go through it, they’d find weapons and armor that makes Arrendale’s seem cheap.
He enters the city, lighting a cigarette.
She kept walking but nodded, “I will accept any request you ask of me except shooting you. I’m not going to harm you” She said. Her expression cold.
When they left through the front of the castle. A servant already had two horses ready a dark but spotted Appaloosa (built better for trails) and Quarter Horse Breed (more suited on speed) which was Elsa’s horse. Both saddled with extra supplies in the satchels if need.
Crispin saddled the Appaloosa and made sure his pistol was loaded. He nodded at Elsa and rode the horse like a pro. He blew past trees faster than most riders. It felt like they were the wind.
Elsa without hesitation saddled onto her horse and kept pace with Crispin. Even managin to move ahead of him for a large portion of the ride. Though they were on a mission. Elsa couldn’t help but enjoy the ride and subtle competition with the Huntsman.
Crispin moved ahead of the female and off the trail to the right. He hops off his horse and rolls to a stop by a tree. He wiggles himself into a spot where he sets up Armagh. He is almost motionless.
Elsa head not too far away but far enough where there wouldn’t be suspicion of two horses being within feet of eachother. When she drops into the snow, she follows her way back to Crispin. Careful to step In the hoof prints of her horse. The coat she wore though did not go invisible did make blending into the snow much easier. So she could move around with little notice. When she made it to Crispin she ducked down. “So would you like a little cloud cover?” She asked. It was sill evening as they laid there in the snow. The setting would’ve been beautiful had it not been for the worry of Hans andGrimm out there.
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