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Hexx scratched her head some, but answered the questions of the other women as they vollied them at her, from the generalized ones, to the little more off the wall ones. But another knock sounded on the wood of her barn, Hexx’s face became a look of utter confusion, “So many visitors today?” she mumbled to herself. Why? Artemis and Delphi also looked around curious, mostly wondering about who else even knew where the notoriously private Moga’s house was to visit. A familiar Felyne voice called, “Hexx? You in there? I heard some voices.” “Yes Skadi, I’m in here, Delphi and Artemis are as well, why?” she called back. “Oh good, I have something that might interest you, really I just need someone with a bit more experience to take them off my hands.” the monochrome felyne called before some shuffling noises could be heard as she was no doubt making her way inside. The three women just looked at each other as they waited, each a little confused but curious about what the cat was

Bramble picked up her pace, doing her best to not shake the area by moving a bit more carefully with her heavy steps as she approached the Qurupeco and its rider, who seemed to be trying once more to rouse their bird like monster with their trumpet, which only earned them another off key and scratchy warble. They came to a stop, the Wyverian sliding free with a little less grace than most might have, but it got him to the ground. A bit of dirt kicked up as he landed, moving himself over next to the human, “What’s wrong?” he asked, a twinge of concern edging his voice. The human seemed to startle, somehow not having noticed them running up, but quickly collected themselves, “Oh…just, we are traveling minstrels and well…Singer isn’t feeling too hot, he can’t see to get his songs to come out right on top of clearly not feeling great, but the songs are dragging on his motivation…he’s pretty vain…” he said, giving a soft laugh at the end, attempting to lighten the mood a bit but it came

The Anjanath had been magnificent, and grand, truly befitting of the name ‘Brimstone King’ he thought, and also such majesty deserved to live in peace. That being said, he still got a picture for the children, he just made sure to not include a landmark in it. Let the royalty have at least some semblance of privacy instead of being mobbed by fans, or worse, someone who would wish to disturb said privacy and peace. He smiled to himself as he leaned against his banbaro’s fluffy side from their spot watching the King as it slowly lumbered away, almost seeming to take a moment to pause, and look over its shoulder, giving what was nearly looked like a nod in their direction, as if thanking them for their respect before continuing on its path. The wyverian smiled in the setting sun, leaning a bit more to rest his head on his monster, “I think we did good today.” The banbaro gave a rumble to indicate her agreement. “Ready to head back?” Another rumble before she waited on him to get up

Claw had just exited his favorite little cafe in the market district of the city proper. He had taken the chance to treat himself something a bit more extravagant than normal, something that required a bowl to eat it from rather than the usual stick, so he was juggling that, and a drink, and having to keep the nosy little shit of Rathalos Quinn had popped by with out of his food. He huffed, swinging the bowl yet again to the other side of his body as the odd silver and gold youngling leapt up to take another attempt at a taste. His lip curled up into a small snarl as his Erupe, Trailblazer, finally took pity on him and slipped over, cooly intercepting the youngling with a soft snort. The felyne hoped that meant something like ‘fuck with him, and you mess with me’ or ‘oi, knock it off’ or even, ‘just let the man eat’. He had his favorites among those ideas but honestly he would take any of them if it allowed him to eat in peace. Whatever Trailblazer had done it must have worked, as the

Hexx was busy that morning, she was in the stables, a sheen of sweat glinting in the lights as she carried a hefty bale of hay to a spot then ripped it open. Grabbing a nearby pitchfork, she started spreading the straw about where she needed it, looking forward to being able to sit down next to a cool pond after this for some bonding with her newest monster. The world seemed to have other plans for her day though as the sound of rapid footsteps hit her ears, and not just one set, but at least two. She frowned a little, thrusting her pitchfork into the small mound of hay that was left like it was a javelin and used the towel hanging off her shoulders to wipe her face. This was about the time the rapid footsteps both got to their closest point, and came to a skidding halt. And then silence. The Moga frowned, finished wiping over her face, and then lifted a hand to push the damp, loose strands of her bangs out of her face so she could actually see what the hell was happening. What she

“Oh, hello…” she said a bit awkwardly, “I was…just going to ask…Thralli if I would be okay to stash my saddle and bags here for a moment while I go help with that problem Armgladius but…” a large hand lifted to rub the back of her neck, “Um…” socializing wasn’t really her strong suit, “Is she here or should I come up with another plan?” The smith felyne just waved a hand, “Nonsense, its fine, I can watch it, just need to cool the fires a little first,” she said, taking off her gloves and dusting off her paws, “But she isn’t here by the way, went out a little while ago on a quest of her own, before word of that Armagladius causin a ruckus came in, shame, she woulda be a big help but hey, she’s a help with the current one as well,” she prattled on while stepping outside and brushing a bit more of the soot off as she walked around to the side of the cottage, motioning for Quinn to follow, “Leave it there, if ye need any help taking the tack off I’ll be back in three beats of a