[And while Emil is busy talking to himself in the ballroom and worrying about trolls and giants that aren't there, he'll feel an icy breeze that gently shakes the chandelier and ses the glass clinking.
It only lasts a handful of seconds, but when it's gone, he'll find a small figurine that could fit into his palm made of ice next to his rifle. It's one he'll recognize because as crude as it is, it's made to resemble him. Him with an open mouthed scream.
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It only lasts a handful of seconds, but when it's gone, he'll find a small figurine that could fit into his palm made of ice next to his rifle. It's one he'll recognize because as crude as it is, it's made to resemble him. Him with an open mouthed scream.
That's it. Enjoy your new friend.]