[h2][b][color=Gold]Osmund Steele[/color][/b][/h2]
Aahhh, Minegarde. Such a spartan, dusty mess of a town. It was hard for Osmund to believe he had arrived at the correct place as he jumped out from the back of the caravan he was travelling with. The caravan bobbed as his significant weight left it, his sand-coloured Diablos armour clattering as his heavy boots hit the floor. This place was so different to his home of Loc-Lac, but he wasn't fussed with complaining about it. He was always taught to respect authority, and when the Hunter's Guild says reassignment, he was damn sure going to follow through with that reassignment.

Well, as always, the first thing to do when he came to a new port was to check with the local stores and crafts. The smiths, the general store, the other traders, everyone. Osmund wanted to become familiar with all of the people he was going to be working alongside before actually setting out to work in this new locale. The smell of burning coals and hot iron brought him back to his home, before being overpowered by the smell of the arid desert air and the scents of food from the canteen and tavern. From all over the immediate area, he seemed to draw stares from the old, young and middle-aged alike. This he was used to, as it was territory that came with his significant size.

His stomach growled at him like an angry Rathian, and he patted it with a gigantic hand. Might as well christen this new locale with his first meal. Tromping over to the food scents, he rejoiced silently as he found that they made his favourite dish. Fried King Turkey with a side of stuffed Queen Shrimp, helped him to keep that shield up and stand his ground for as long as he needed to. Food kept him on his feet and kept him hunting, so you could never have enough. He ordered a large plate as he took a seat, looking over his massive shoulder at the women nearby, one sat upon the floor and another standing off to the side. They looked to be hunters, judging by their gear and company.

Osmund looked to the two of them and gave a stiff nod of the head, raising a hand to both acknowledge them and greet. A deep voice rumbled from within him, like the sound of an Uragaan snoring. 

[b][color=gold]"Greetings."[/color][/b][hr]
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