[center][h1]R H E I N[/h1]
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[i]The township of Delion[/i]
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A yawn escaped from the form of the man laying atop the eight-wheeled Prowler parked just outside the quaint township of Delion as he awoke from his slumber. [color=Silver]”Well, that was refreshing.”[/color] he remarked, scratching the back of his head as he hopped down from the top of the vehicle. How long had he been asleep for? The sun hadn’t gone down yet, so it couldn’t have been too long. In any case, it was about time that he went to see what the rest of the mighty “Shabu Shabu Party”, a name he’d come up with while hungry, were up to. If he were lucky, there might have even been a chance that they picked up a Hunting Contract while he was asleep so he wouldn’t have to. As Rhein walked through the township of Delion, he checked his pockets to make sure that no one had taken advantage of him during his sleep, only to find that his belongings hadn’t even been touched. Breathing a sigh of relief, Rhein was glad to know he still had money on him, as his stomach had begun to growl during the check. Getting some grub would have to wait until after he checked up on everyone else, however.

As he passed by the townsfolk, Rhein noticed that people looked at him funny as he passed their field of vision. [color=Silver][i]”Huh? What the hell are they looking at me like that for? Never seen a guy with an eyepatch before?”[/i][/color] he thought, raising an eyebrow as he caught sight of some girls stifling chuckles as they watched him pass. What the hell? Did he look funny or something? Unbeknownst to Rhein, some children had snuck up to him while he was sleeping and drew a moustache on his face and a monocle over his uncovered eye, as well as a third eye on his forehead. To cap it off, they even managed to tie his hair into some sort of topknot, which he’d somehow not managed to notice in his concern over whether or not he had any money stolen. 

Scratching an itch on his cheek, the tan man frowned at the [i]injustice[/i] being done to him at this moment. Had the others been stared at and openly laughed at in their time at the town? Somehow he didn’t think that was the case. Whatever. He was in a good mood from his nap, and he wasn’t going to let people thinking he was a dork ruin that. Hell, he was already used to that from the other members of the Hunting Party, who were a bit reluctant to refer to him as their “leader”, even after almost a year of hunting together. Then again, it wasn’t as if Rhein had often performed any leader-like duties, what with all of his napping and general nonsense. He’d probably have to work on that if he ever wanted to form a larger guild, but for now he wanted to enjoy the comparatively lax atmosphere of travelling with the two Dragnan and the Beastfolk woman. He’d gotten lucky in that they’d managed to cover all of the classical “Hunting Party” roles early on, and even managed to have another Frontliner on board, thus reducing the amount of effort that Rhein felt he would need to put in. 

[color=Silver]”Where the hell is everyone?”[/color] Rhein muttered, though it was clear he wasn’t actually looking very hard since he was kind of just wandering aimlessly through the town more than anything, mostly just hoping he’d spot some horns or furry ears, or…. [i]other things[/i]. Unlike him, there was at least some chance that everyone else was actually doing something productive with their time. Or they’d gone off to hunt without him, which had happened a few times before, to be sure. In any case, they were more likely to find him than he was to find them. Plus, it wasn’t as if he happened to be in a rush to do any actual work, as the weather was actually quite nice, and the atmosphere of Delion was quite peaceful. In fact, Rhein was hard-pressed to believe the town had a monster problem at all.