You and dAnkan wander around the Arctic VPN™ arena looking for clues as to where the real Norwegians may have ended up. Asking around, you learn that something curious has been going on during the period of the games.
“All the sandwiches we make have been instantly stolen!” exclaims a worried cafeteria elf as you ask them for clues. “We tried our best to keep them safe, but it was as if some super-optimized skiers went past and snatched up every sandwich we finished.”
“Hmm, interesting, interesting,” mutters dAnkan, wearing an old trenchcoat and trilby they found in the back of their wardrobe. “Evidently, the clones stole the sandwiches, which is understandable given that they are Norwegian, but also not understandable given that they are clones.”
“Don’t clones also have to eat, boss?” you wonder.
“They DO!? In that case I have something important to take care of after this…”
“It appears as if we are sniffing up the same pierogi,” says a nearby couch with a Polish accent, before a detective looking detective climbs out of the seat cushion. “My name is Zdzisław Findingtheski, and I have been looking for the Norwegian team for a long time. I take it you are the famous dAnkan, and you–” he turns to you, “are someone else. Please, follow me, because I believe I know where these sandwiches have been taken!”
Following the two trenchcoated individuals, you make sure to purchase your own in the gift shop to not feel left out, you wander out beyond the hills that encompass the Arctic VPN™ arena and arrive at a solitary Goat Cheese Store currently surrounded by a flock of angry seagulls.
“It is my hypothesis that the seagulls are here because they sense the large volume of bread crumbs held within this building,” says Findingtheski while dAnkan waddles up to the closest seagull, chats for a bit, and then returns.
“Sooo they won’t let us in for free since they worry that we’ll steal their crumbs, but I managed to strike us a deal. They’ll let us in if we solve this crossword puzzle for them. Shouldn’t be too tricky, ey?”
