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 nods, “I do. And that’s fine. It just means Arendelle will be in a better place. And it’s not like I’m sending them away from home. We try not to become involved with the wars. We are a neutral zone” she explained.
“A good philosophy. Just remember no plan survives first contact.” He lights a cigarette as they enter a courtyard.
She looks at the cigarette and this time soaked it with slush forcing it to fall to the ground and become to soggy for use. “You’ve got to quit that” she said to him.
“But not in a single day. It takes time!” He hides his pack of cigarettes. “You didn’t argue with me having one after bedding you.”
She glared. “The first night you got here. It was different. You weren’t someone I felt anneed to love…..and protect. Now it’s different.” She said. The bell tower shook as the ringing began. Drawing the townsfolk into the courtyard of the castle.
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