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.
He punched the man in the arm. And glared in unamusement. “Not funny! I’m getting married in like a week and my fiancé and her sister are coming home in a few hours.” He said freaking out. “I mean thinking about it it was your idea to have a bash. I could always tell that to Elsa” he said and glared at Crispin with a smirk
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