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.
“You know the answer to that question…..” she said to him. She felt his hands explore her skin. And she breathed out. Her heart still racing from a few minutes ago. It was tight and it felt so different from anything they’d tried prior.
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