After their brief introduction by a quite animated Wyvervian, Einar steered herself back to the port to get a larger scale of New Dundorma. It was as she was anticipating: occupied and industrialized, yet intimate and not lacking of greenery.
"And one day, my dear daughter, you too will discover a new world."
The words of Dr. Asulf drifted away as Einar leaned over the port's rail. The scene before her was busy; the airship crew shouting over each other, Hunter's keeping their luggage in order and the occasional palico bustling about. The air smelt like a tint of the ocean and something sweet. "Flowfern?" Her nose sniffed curiously in the air and after some thought, she scanned the shops littered a couple of hundred feet from her. The suspect was built next to many other establishments. The small yet dainty shop had a smartly curated sign near the window facing her. It read "Cotoha Botanik".
Einar eyed the shop curiously. There seemed to be a garden of the sorts located near the back and the door was opened. Near the entrance sat shelves and wheels of all sorts of herbs and bottled potions. With her mind made up, Einar bent down to scoop up her leather bag. She decided it was better to stock up and familiarize herself now before the hunting guild arrived. The leather bag swung around her shoulders and weighed lightly behind her back. It held much of her necessities: from a jar of honey to her favorite book on winged wyverians. She even had a satchel of sweetened water for her Insect. Less her weapon, which she assumed was being brought to their dwellings, Einar's baggage was light.
As she passed the group huddled near the dock, the Hunter briefly nodded ‘hello’ to the familiar faces that traveled with her to their new home. There was likely time to get acquainted after they settled down. After all, there were only the five of them plus a couple of palicos. No handler was in-sight, but maybe they weren’t needed.. Or perhaps acquired at the latter.