As Sena saw Marianne her bad mood went away and she had a big smile on her face. She ran to Marianne and hugged her tight "Marianne! Why did it take so long? You promised it wouldn't.." before she could say anything else her stomach took over the conversation rumbling loud as she smelled the food.

Garsin headed toward the small town he had passed earlier. Upon arriving, he had found the reason his bear hunting trip was unfruitful. He sighed, staring at Marianne's catch, blaming his constant bad timing. Something like that would have him set for weeks should he be able to sell the pelts. He was able to pack some of the boar meat away in his gear, but he had nothing to carry the rest of the meat back with. He did have the tusks and pelt from it, however, and was willing to see if he could make some use of it. He decided to look for the local quest board. If there was one in this small refuge, he wagered that it would be in front of the tavern

When Katrice entered the village she got to work, she bought two more tents and a few backpacks to carry these things. She modified a backpack to make it fit on Dragneel, he barked in protest but Katrice just sighed and shook her head. "Carry your weight." She explained, when she got done getting canteens, bags, and other camping items she went and bought a room at the inn.

Charlotte looked around the village for a while, it was almost dead so she went inside one of the few houses without even knocking first, it was in a really bad state so she thought no one was there, indeed there were just 3 corpses "it seems they died like 2 weeks ago.."

Although he couldn't find a quest board of any type, Garsin had decided to go inside the tavern/inn for a drink. Maybe in there, he could at least find one or two people to talk to. Maybe even pick up a quest.

Ronan had made his journey from his mountain tribe village of Rakan in the northern part of the region and brought a trio of young, inexperienced tribal hunters with him. The long trek down the mountain and through frigid forests and finally through to a lush green area that surrounded the Hunter Village, had tired the group out and they required rest anywhere they could get it. Ronan noticed an inn near the entrance of the town and decided it would be best to check in there. He carried news of great importance and needed to pass it on to whoever was in charge in the Hunter's Village. "Go get us some rooms in the inns, I must speak to the village elders." Ronan spoke is the native tongue of his tribe to the rest of his men before he left to go to the Elder's house. The beauty of the plants around him made him feel at ease, though very out of place, the warmth here was more than he was used to.

As he approached the Elder, a sense of dispair hit him... What if his tribe was already crushed by now? What if they couldn't stop the great Ice Dragon before it destroyed the whole village? There was a certain sense of urgency about this quest, but the perilous journey proved to be too much for some of the men he brought with him, as he had left the village with six tribesmen and only arrived with three. Monsters awaited every turn and creatures of the night stole away those who were too easily charmed. Only the strong survived and Ronan doubted the strength of his remaining tribesmen. An old man stepped forth from the hut and greeted Ronan with kind words.

"Ah, if it isn't the Prodigy Hunter from Rakan. Welcome Ronan Asher, it is a sure pleasure to see you in these times of conflict. What brings you here? More trade goods perhaps?" The Elder spoke to him cheerfully, then turned to a face that was much less gleeful as Ronan spoke, "I'm afraid not, sir. I bring terrible news from my people, a Great Ice Dragon that has yet to be named has attacked out tribe and appears to have attacked other mountain tribes aswell. We fear it will be settling into the mountain to produce young and to make it's home. I have been sent to give you word of these happenings and to gather a group of skilled hunters to aid me in seeking vengence for my slain brothers and sisters." Ronan was silent for a time while he watched the Elder ponder, wondering if the old man would give him an answer.

"Go back to the inn, surely there will be hunters there soon enough. Perhaps they will help you in your quest." The old man spoke and returned to his tought as he returned to his hut, pondering the implications of a dragon nesting in the north.Ronan removed his helmet and sighed, looking around him before making back to the inn. It would be a long night and perhaps a longer wait for people to help him out, but it had to be done.

Once he arrived at the inn, He noticed a man in a strange armor looking around the inn. Ronan also noticed the man was carrying weapons with him, which brought him to the conclusion that this man must be a hunter of some sort. "Excuse me, sir... May I have a word?": He called out to Garsin in an attempt to talk to him about his plight.

Merl had just finished promptly pumling the man who had touched his sister before he had her sent, he dashed towards it.

Garsin looked toward Ronan after setting down his pint. The armor he was wearing seemed familiar, but with his previous occupation, blabbing about everything you knew wasn't always the best decision. "Aye. Wouldn't bother me at all. What's on your mind? Looks like you could do with a drink."

Marianne let out a hearty laugh. "Well as you know, I AM the premier bear hunter, and it IS bear season. How could I miss the opportunity! Oh! I had this HUGE bear like nothing you'd ever seen! But then these jerks I met up with ate it all with out my permission!" Marianne huffed in frustration. "I see someone is looking for some bear!" she cried triumphantly. "I just need a place to set this up!"

Ronan shook his head and sat with the man. "No, I don't have time for a drink, friend. I'm afraid I require help and soon. I am from Rakan, a tribal village to the north, and we have come under attack by a giant Ice Dragon. Many other villages in the mountains have already been laid to waste by this beast, as I have seen their weapons embedded in it's hide and have seen their people's blood on it's claws." He spoke then turned to the man. Ronan seemed troubled by the information he was giving the man and he wasn't sure if he could trust him, but this man was the only one that seemed capable of helping him out. "I need your help along with any other warriors we can gather to take this great beast down. He is too powerful for commonfolk but perhaps skilled hunters can bring him down and make the mountains a peacful place for me and my people once again, unless they're all gone."

Garsin nodded thoughtfully,"I am familiar with Rakan."

He thought for a moment and looked back over to Ronan, "Alright, you have my blades, but you may need a few more. There are more hunters around here. One of which I saw dragging in a few bears. If what you say if true, then we should be quick about it." He stood up and Ronan was able to see the full stature of this man. He was a giant of a man around two heads taller than most with a large frame and barrel chest. "Lead on, sir."

Merl stood a distance behind behind his sister, he tried to hide his large body but couldn't seem to fully cover it up.

Sena didn't notice her brother hiding behind, at the moment she was focused on the conversation with Marianne. "Please tell me that you atleast got the money this time, Marianne. I just quit my part-time job, because of a sudden incident, don't ask.. so in fact there is only little money coming from my side" Sena told Marianne, hoping that atleast she managed to get some money.

Charlotte walked where the group was but did not say a word "oh god,,,not her,,," she thought with her arms crossed

Ashe walked up to the front of the village out of breath,looking up at the village he was elated to see his journey had come to an end.After the long trek from an icy mountain he was ready to take a break at the local hunter's guild.

neko_sama said
Ashe walked up to the front of the village out of breath,looking up at the village he was elated to see his journey had come to an end.After the long trek from an icy mountain he was ready to take a break at the local hunter's guild.

(where is your cs?!)

(sorry forgot!))

Garsin paid his tab and picked up his helmet from the table, carrying it under his left arm.