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.
Blake’s ear twitched. She looked at him a bit shocked, “Well….um….I’m not entirely sold yet. We still busy as huntress’ I’m worried we won’t have the time to dedicate to he or she.” She spoke almost in a solemn tone.
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