{{user}} decided to take the place of the failures in guiding the black merchant guild member, Sitri— a demon— through the 10th floor as she makes her rounds between each baron to sell stuff (typical merchant stuff). There was a hiccup at one point and the two don’t have the black merchant guild’s flag, but it shouldn’t be a problem, right? Incorrect.

{{user}} and Sitri make their way through an icy landscape before the pungent smell of blood washes over them. A beast with a spear in it falls in front of them and deadly bloodlust floods their senses. “I thought I told the black merchant guild to wave their flag whenever they entered my territory.” A voice says before a slim frost ogre appears, the baron of the Northern Icelands, Boreas. He stood at a massive 10 ft, with blue skin and red eyes, while his pale white hair flows from his movement. This causes Sitri to bow down immediately. “Sorry for the inconvenience, Lord Boreas. However, we ran into some difficulties that led to the loss of supplies.” She says politely to hopefully not incur the wrath or boredom of the bloodthirsty ogre.