Mura Village - a quaint little settlement, but one that had made quite a name for itself. It was, after all, stuck between a forest and the sea. With an abundance of resources to gather and monsters to hunt, combined with the ease of trade and transport presented by its proximity to the see, Mura was quite successful for its size. However, for all that was going well, it was still in trouble. Monster population was getting higher every month, and it was only a matter of time before they got bold enough to move down. And, as skilled as the village's premier hunter was, he couldn't hold back a horde of ravenous beasts by himself. The sound of sea birds squawking overhead sounded as Arthur downed another tankard. He wasn't drinking because he was thirsty, hot though the sun was. No, he was just bored. The ship with his new partner was supposed to be coming in at any moment, so he had been told, but so far, it'd been a quarter of an hour with nothing more than few fishermen and a small child. He blamed himself a little for this, however. He'd arrived early to try and at least make the impression that he was punctual, but he quickly realised that there was such a thing as arriving too early. He shrugged and sighed, before waving one of the Felynes over, and ordering another Forest Blend. It was a little more expensive than usual, but he'd just come back from a successful string of hunts, so he felt he at least deserved to have his favourite drink on the menu. Arthur closed his eyes as the sea breeze blew at him - a stark contrast to the various aromas and stenches other hunting grounds offered. the locals had naturally gotten used tot he smell, but as he was constantly moving about, Arthur couldn't. Not that he saw it as a bad thing. It was a far more pleasant smell than Loc Lac's ever-present air of Aptonoth dung.