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.
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