Veisu carefully counted the coin in the newly acquired pouch twice, confirming the price of his project each time. Satisfied with this, he stowed the coins away, next to small vials of healing potion, tools to spring traps, and other hunting gear, into a small sack that he would take with him on quests. He then withdrew his [url=https://scontent.cdninstagram.com/hphotos-xap1/t51.2885-15/s306x306/e15/1515114_387933684714368_780869453_n.jpg]armor[/url] and [url=http://monsterhunter.wikia.com/wiki/Stahlurteil_(MH4U)]Stahlurteil[/url], his most preferred weapon, from a large case that he kept in his forge. He donned his blade and all of his armor but his helm, which he carried under his arm. He carefully closed and locked up the door and windows of his forge and headed into the city main.

As he drew closer to the main plaza centered in the core of Minegarde, he heard forming around him the voices of commerce and the slaps of shoes against the pavement. The dusty stone-worked streets kicked up clouds of dirt as many travelers, hunters, and merchants made their ways to their various obligations. Veisu walked unimpeded by the presence of such peoples, although his presence did earn him glances and glares from most of those he strode past.

The sun was at it's peak when he reached the plaza. Its heat beat down on those brave enough to loiter out of the shade, and Veisu was no less vulnerable to such warmth than any other. He quickly made his way to a dining area, where the heat of the sun was rivaled by the ovens and stoves that bellowed flames to keep up with the hunger of the many passer-by's who would grace such an establishment with empty stomachs and full wallets.

Already seated at and around this restaurant were several hunters, felynes and shakalakas. Some seemed to be conversing, particularly a rather large man and a small shakalaka with a barbecue spit on its head, passing food to each other, and others kept to themselves. Looking around, Veisu noted that to his disliking, the only available seating was near the chatty-folk. He thought about turning away, but the growl within is abdomen insisted on siting and eating.

With a soft sigh, Veisu rested his helm and arms on the counter, and sat upon the stool. He was quickly sought by a felyne wearing an oversized chef's hat. The cat purred and scratched its ear as it spoke. "Welcome! What can we make for you today?"

[color=a187be]"Serve me your finest Queen Shrimp, and a side of Heaven's Bread,"[/color] he requested calmly. His emotional contrast to his waiter shook the felyne, almost toppling its hat. Veisu rested several coins onto the counter between them as the felyne nodded. It swiped the coins off the counter and into a pocket, and retreated off to prepare his meal. This dish was one he would ingest frequently, to him, the best offense was a good defense, and the exotic mix of flavors would also grant him the morale to weaken his foes when blended into a stew.

He glanced over at the other hunters and their companions as he waited for his food to arrive.