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.
Elsa watches him start to seize and she panics. She breaks from the ropes holding her ankles down and she turns over and turns Crispin on his side. Holding him close but letting him have enough space to move and seize safely. And does this till he begins to calm and relax.
He starts to snore, sweating profusely.
Elsa lets him rest. She excuses herself from the bed, and goes to clean herself up. She goes to her closet and dresses herself into a simple dark navy blue pants and a loose T-shirt. Then goes sits on the edge of crispin’s side of the bed and uses a cold touch to help ease the sweating and heat he’s radiating.
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