How did it come to this ... again? A question the Ambassador couldn't help but ask himself with a deeply defeated internal sigh. What was supposed to be a day best described as cozy and relaxed, the winter had arrived on Amber Island, after all, had quickly turned sour.
The silver-haired man, messy, argent-hued strands covered under the hat that complimented his uniform, had found his way to a park within Port Amber, the heavy, black cloak blocking some of the admittedly still mild cold. Despite the bearable oceanic temperatures, the grasp of winter had not spared Amber Island, a light blanket of snow and frost covering the cobbled streets of the port town. An arguably, despite the ever-present chill, beautiful environment, fluffy flakes of snow floating through the air in an almost gentle manner, warm, festive lights occasionally breaking through the dull twilight. The townspeople had already long put up their decorations for the Winter Solstice Festival that was set to begin shortly, and despite the deep winter, the crowds were beginning to gather in the streets to celebrate the end of the year together in a jolly and cheerful way. It was an occasion that was not only not to be missed, it was also best to be enjoyed as a pair.
Or so the Ambassador had thought, at least. If only it would ever be that easy.
He had left a message for Amalie at the guild before embarking on a mission, only returning a little earlier today, finding himself at the spot he had set for their date, hoping the other had received it or was even available for such a thing, let alone in the mood. Still, despite the short notice, it had been worth a shot. Upon arrival at the park, though, the space still relatively empty, he had felt the strange surge of magical energy. Without giving the Rune Mage much time to contemplate the meaning of this phenomenon, a strange, ice-blue portal ripped open before him. From the same, a monstrous furred creature charged forth, accompanied by several smaller beasts, unleashing a piercing roar that immediately alerted the Ambassador. He had swiftly drawn his sword, finding annoyed irony in the fact that, once again, he would find not just another festival interrupted by mysteriously magical invaders as he readied himself for a skirmish, but yet another Christmas as well, all the while making his frustration known by mumbling under his breath,
"... Can't ever catch a break".
At least, he caught himself thinking as he scoffed, this year's invaders would be fought with a significant increase in clothing on his body.
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