Awakening to the sound of hoof eats, Domic opens his eyes from his hidden hole in a inn’s stable. He had slept here through the night as the presence of animals, smelly as they are, were comforting to him, and he knew none would dare approach a knight on their lonesome. It helped that Domic had hidden himself in hay. Rising from his slumber Domic grabbed his shield and walked out of the stable, his mouth dry and hungry for food. The townspeople were already busy getting their shops and stalls opened so all he needed to do was make himself more presentable and find someone to do business with.

The massive knight choose a humble little bakery stand, ran by two young women. They must have been children because they barely reached the height of his chest. [color=firebrick]”Two pies. And... Cider. Please.”[/color] The hulking knight dropped a few coins for his food which the girls served with haste. The pies were filled with rabbit meat and mushrooms, and the cider was made from apples. Not the best food he’s ever had, but good enough to keep himself going. He thanked the two and continued on his way.

He had arrived to this city for a purpose. The life of a knight errant was interesting but had many of its own troubles. His armor for example was in dire need of maintenance; he had done all hthat could with what little he knew about armory but he could tell the overall quality had deminished. His shield was also found lacking, with many holes from blades and lances still present and now o my hidden by a wool banner barring his emblem. He was less of a knight and more of a heavily armored brigand at first appearance, and thus he’ll need to find an organization to assist in maintaining appearances.

And thus Domic finds himself at the royal Hunters Guild. They say mad beasts run rampant in the countryside that are beyond the skill level of most soldiers. Thus the kingdom was looking for the best warriors the land had to offer. Domic wasn’t sure if he wasn’t up to snuff but he’ll find out soon enough. The giant entered the guild and looked around, unsure of where to go. He garnered few stares as it seems not many of the guild’s hunters were as heavily armored as he. He understood why, most perfected mobility over endurance. To each their own.

The knight sat down on a bench near Captain Drystand and his company, paicently waiting for guidance or conversation. No need to be rude and infringe in a conversation in progress. Though Domic will listen in if he could.