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 glared. She looked at Crispin. But her stare didn’t soften. Weiss came to her side, helping her to stand up straight. “Are you okay?” She asked. Elsa was feeling some pain but was trying not to focus on it too much “I am fine” the Queen spoke. Angry at the chef and the situation.
She used her ice and shackled the man. She looked at Crispin again. “Are you okay?” She asked him. There still was ice around the room.
“…uh…you want me to start talking, right?” He was trying not to piss himself. Oum forbid someone insulted him to Elsa’s face: she might kebab them or make a frozen corpse collection. He shivered slightly.
Ruby shivered and Yang continued glaring at Crispin.
Elsa looked up at him, “do what needs to be done. Put him in holding once we are sure we have everything. Or do what you want.” She spoke. She looked back at the table with the plates of food. She raised her hand up and the food from the table began to freeze into blocks of ice and as she closed her hand onto a fist the ice shattered then melted into nothing. She squeezed Crispin’s hand. Then let it go. She exited the room. Weiss looked at Ruby, “You might want to come with me” She said. Allowing Blake Yang and Crispin to do what needed to be done. Weiss went to calm the queen.
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