Willump, Annie, Gnar, and Braum struggle to get the gold needed to save Nunu while the boy tries to find a way to get back to his friends before it's too late.
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"And here we are!"
Braum stood in front of a giant cave. It's entrance was huge with sharp jagged rocks lining the mouth of its entrance. It was impossible to see anything within it from how dark it was.
"What exactly are we doing here?" Annie asked. She stood on top of Willump, the yeti staring blankly at the cave idly scratching at his beard.
"Have you ever heard of the Poro King?" Braum asked the group. Annie shook her head 'no' while Willump nodded. Gnar sat on Braum's shield, he was too busy chewing on his boomerang to pay attention to the conversation.
"Well, the old fella said I could help myself to his gold stash whenever I needed. I've never needed the gold before, so what better than to use it to help get yeti boy back!" Braum explained. He walked forward into the cave, dragging his hand against its wall.
He grabbed off the wall from the darkness an unlit torch and walked back to Willump and Annie.
Braum let out a quick giggle while holding a burnt-out torch, "Those silly Poros guarding the place forgot to light the torches! Either that or no one's home."
Braum scratched at his mustache while looking at the torch resting on his hand. Annie kneeled down on the yeti's head and held her hand out towards Braum.
"I can light the torch." Annie said, holding out her hand. Braum smiled and handed the girl the unlit torch. She put her hand on the burnt ends of the torch and lit it ablaze with her magic.
"Ah, I've never seen fire magic before," Braum looked at Annie in surprise, "You and Nunu are like polar opposites of each other. I guess they do say opposites attract!"
"What do you mean by that?" Annie asked as she handed the torch to Braum.
"I mean, you use fire magic and Nunu is an iceborn—
Willump cut Braum off by grumbling something at the man, once again forgetting that he couldn't understand them. He let out a sigh and quickly spelled with his magic; Never mind
"So, what even is an iceborn?" Annie asked. Braum started to move forward with Willump following behind.
"Ah, I'm assuming you are not from Freljord?" Annie shook her head. "Well, an iceborn is a person born with magic unique to the natives of Freljord. They are more resilient to the cold and can touch true ice without being harmed. Some can even tap into their magic and use spells. They can also have longer life spans. I'm in my early fifties and I still feel young." Braum explained.
More torches lined the walls, but all of them were extinguished. Some of the torches were even knocked on the floor and broken. The ground was covered in scattered chunks of ice.
Annie looked up and saw how the roof of the cave had large icicles, some of them even seemed to have broken and fallen on the floor.
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