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 tried to unbuckle herself but was struggling. She screamed out in pain. “Get me OUT!” The pregnant women yelled. She could see some bleeding and she was panicking.
Crispin cut the straps holding her in and helped her out. The bleeding was from her hand, ironically.
She stood but felt the same pain in her abdomen. “The babies” She mumbled and held onto crispins hand as they left the aircraft
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