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 looks down at the folder when she looked up the woman had already headed out of the room. Elsa flicked on a light when she was alone and looked at the folder. She considered opening it but she hesitated. Unsure she really wanted to read it. But she just kept staring at the folder.
Crispin entered, “Honey! I-“ He spots the folder. “How did you get that?!” He is clearly spooked.
She looked up and grabs the folder. “Someone left it for me to find” she said simply. Telling him a woman was in their room and gave it to her. He’d lose it. She gripped onto it. “I’m assuming it has to do with your shady past?” She asked him.
“Hand it over. Please.” His tone was suddenly icy.
She nodded and pulled the folder to her chest, “No.” She said her tone equally cold. “Tell me what’s in it.” She demanded.
“Classified. Hand it over. Please.” Crispin shimmered out of visibility, before appearing in front of her.
She jumped only slightly as he reappeared. “We are going to be married…..nothing should be classified with your fiancé. Your Queen.” She said to him. She pulled the file closer to her chest.
Crispin goes to bed, planning to retake the file in the night…or morning. “Good night.”
She held the file close to her as he decided to sleep. She laid down her back to him. “Goodnight.” She said and tried to sleep. But was finding it to be a struggle.
Crispin passed out an hour later, snoring loudly.
Elsa yawned as the night passed. Slowly she was dozing off.
The folder opens, a picture of a younger Crispin catching her attention.
She sees the picture she sits up slowly. She pulls out the picture and turns on the lamp light. Looking over the young crispin in wonder.
The page ends up being his first after action report…from when he lost his arm. It included the surgery pictures and the tangible fragments of shrapnel lodged in his bone.
Elsa having begun to read through the file, looks at the images in horror at the site of what had happened. Continuing to read what led to his arm loss.
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