Gore Magala. Shagara Magala. Deviljho. Diablos. Gogmazios. Lagiacrus. All of these and more he had hunted over the three years since he had joined the Capital C Caravan. Since then, he had finished all the quests that the Guildmarm could give him and all the ones available from the Guild. After all these monsters, fetch quests, gather fests, and training new Hunters, he was tired. Not physically, but in his heart. All he wanted now was to rest.
He spent a few days finishing up the training week he had taken up, then he went up to the Caravaneer, who was talking to the Headwhiskress on Sunsnug Isle.
"Hey Kindred Hunter. Listen, I've noticed that you've gotten listless recently. What's going on?"
"Caravaneer... I'm wanting to retire. I've done everything I can for you and the Guild. There's nothing else to do."
"There's one last thing, Kindred Hunter. I've heard rumor that there's a strange event every few years in Dundorma. See, in the middle of the night, once every four years, a set of rail tracks show up just outside the city. When the clock strikes midnight a rail box shows up. It's said that anyone who boards is never seen again, and that they go to a paradise where they can rest. Feel up for investigating?"
The Hunter looked to his Palicoes, all of whom were listening in. The Ace Palico came forward and grabbed his master's hand. The other Palicoes came forth, each grabbing the hand of the last until all thirty were chained together.
"We're with you. No matter what, we're here fur you. After all, purradise sounds nice after all that we've done."
The Hunter nods, then heads aboard the Arluq with the rest of the Capital C for Dundorma. After two days of aerial travel, they arrive and set down just outside of Dundorma.
"Hey, Hunter. If there's anything you'd like to do while you're here, you've until tomorrow night to do it. The rail box shows up at exactly midnight tomorrow. Is there anything I can do for you?"
"Can I take my Item Box with me? I'll leave behind the monster parts for The Man and the Little Miss to use, but I'd like to take my gear and everything else if that's alright."
"Yeah, that's fine. I'll let them know. Anything else, Hunter?" The Hunter looks into the Caravaneer's eyes and sees a depth of sadness. He grabs the Caravaneer and pulls him in for a hug.
"Yeah, take care of yourself. There's no point in me being happy if you aren't, friend."
