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.
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