[color=a187be]"My name is Veisu..."[/color] He interjected into the group's conversation. [color=a187be]"I'm a G-Ranked hunter, and a practiced smith. You lot look new here."[/color] His tone seemed a bit cold or possibly apathetic, but did not harbor any malice. As he said this, the felyine chef returned, carrying a platter. Upon this platter was a rather generous bowl of stew, featuring large clumps of shrimp wrapped in hollowed bread crusts.

Veisu turned back to his meal, and began to dine in, but keeping his ear open to response.