"[i]Be sure to tie off the lines properly, i'll not have the tide carry our ship off! Have our passenger give you a hand.[/i]", "[i]Understood captain! Alright men, you heard the captain, look alive! You, you're that hunter from the southern isle, right? Help me with this line, captain's orders.[/i]". The hunter in question looked up from the half eaten wedge of moss cheese in his hand and slowly rose from  the barrel he'd claimed as a seat during his voyage. The massive and vicious looking sword strapped to the his back shifted as muscles like cable wires rippled and bulged visibly beneath light brown skin as the man stretched to relieve the stiffness brought on by a long voyage. 

After shoving what remained of the cheese into his mouth the hunter picked up a coiled length of rope and exited the vessel to help tie the ship to the dock, doing so with the speed and fluidity of a practiced man before he produced his payment for the voyage and left for the guild hall that had spawned a hero of legend not too long ago. As he moved through Moga village the hunter took in all the sights and sounds that the village had to offer. Like his own island this one was bright and bustling, and it sported the all too familiar and welcoming scents of sea salt and smoking meat, as well as the decidedly less pleasant scent of monster dung from the Aptonoth that moved about the area. 

Finding the guild hall in the small town wasn't all that hard: he needed only to find the building with the heads of great beasts adorning the outer walls. He strode over to this building with his head held high, pausing only to place a hand over his heart and then hold it out to the massive head of a Rathalos "[b]I hope your final battle was grand, great sky king.[/b]" he muttered. That bit of business out of the way, the hunter made his way over to a desk were a young woman beckoned him closer. "[i]Are you another hunter?[/i]". '[i]Another?[/i]' He mused with a quirked brow before confirming his identity, "[i]Two hunters back to back, huh? This is shaping up to be an interesting day![/i]" the woman chirped cheerily before going over the same things she'd gone over earlier. As he was allowed to go in search of a vacant room to call his own the hunter's mind began to wander. 
The guild in Moga village was small, and yet from such a humble and unassuming place came a hunter that had dared to test their metal against the divine creatures that roamed the untamed wilderness. A true warrior that had faced creatures many had never even laid their eyes on, let alone faced in battle. The hunter's fist clenched as his armor clanked with each stride. Though the old hunter had passed the torch and faded into legend, those divine beings remained. He had to be strong to face them, fast as well, and above all smart. He could not allow himself to fail. This was more than just building a reputation for the hunter. Out there, where few men dared to tread, he there was a challenge for him. One handed specifically to him from the gods themselves.