Part 2

Faenluna was the northernmost city in the Far Frozen North, well known for its remoteness. Said to be the crown of the world, it was also very well known among some people to be the place to be if you no longer had a place to be. Not even the King of Ammangoan bothered Faenluna, such was its remoteness. So of course a borderline insane Elven Count set up his cannon workshops there. Where else would he, after all? But even he knew it doesn't snow in summer, not even that far north, so imagine his surprise when Syndra arrived.

"Cithrel, do you have any idea where we can find our Count?" Syndra asked as they entered the city. "I'd rather not resort to asking around."

"Well, he technically rules the city, so the Civic Manor would be a good start." Cithrel offered, after thinking on it for a moment.

After some walking, the three of them arrived at the Civic Manor, the residence of the ruler of the city. Modest by human standards, it was a simple two story house in a secluded section of the city, with ornate fencing and gates, but no guards.

"No guards?" Syndra asked. "Intriguing."

"You've heard of the man. Does he seem like someone who needs guards?" Lhoris asked. Lhoris then pointed at the gigantic cannon on the balcony of the house. "Besides, he has that."

"Oh, I like him." Syndra said, smiling. The falling snow briefly intensified before calming back to the light flurries. "Let's go say hello to the Count."

Syndra walked up to the door of the manor, and was about to knock on it, when she paused. She had a gut feeling that she shouldn't touch the door directly. She motioned for Cithrel, and pointed at the door. Cithrel nodded, and tapped the door with an arrow, which promptly burst into flame in her hand.

"Paranoid as well." Syndra said, musing out loud. She hummed, until the door was frozen solid, then gave it a kick, causing it to shatter. "Paranoia is no match for determination."

Syndra stepped through the entryway, turned a corner, and came face to face with the Count.

"Oh, a visitor!" The Count said excitedly.

"I take it you weren't expecting guests, with that fire trap on the door?" Syndra asked, motioning towards the ice shards embedded in the wall.

"Oh, you got around the trap most splendidly!" The Count replied, laughing. "That alone earns you the right to a conversation! Come along!" The Count turned and began walking. Slightly confused, Syndra and the two Rangers followed him.