Walking back into the town with a full pack resting across his back Zephyr would pause at the board, a new mission caught his eye due to the elaborate print. "G-rank... What the.." Setting down the pack I look over the board for details.. Seemed fine, up until the mention of a Zinogre he gives an unamused scowl. The mention of various hunters going missing in the area didn't help either. Turning on a heel he would move to his house murmuring in debate. He knew of how deadly a creature it could be and seeing that warning on the board was almost like a bad omen. He used to always go to the misty peaks to relax and look for materials for rare hunting horns that he didn't have to kill for. Often times he would take the time to practice new songs with the newer horns as well. Now he was faced with a choice. Allow less experienced hunters to try making a move and end up dead or go himself...<br/><br/>Opening  the doors he moved to the wall on the far side punching to doors on one wardrobe it popped open revealing an empty armor stand and two weapon stands for the horns he would change out before moving to the other two. Both wardrobes were chained with a marked seal across the middle of the door. Something to alert him if the wardrobe was ever disturbed, reaching to the bench he would take the carving knife in his grip slashing down the middle of the mark to open the storage. Inside a eye catching display would be seen. A specially fitted Barakan G armor with a massive hammer on one side and a wickedly curved longsword to the other. Pulling out the pieces he would suit up testing the armors range of motion before giving a curt nod satisfied with the results. Soon after he placed the longsword and Hammer back. He had not touched either one in years and though both would have been nice he reached in further to pull loose a onyx guitar with bloodred trim shuddering at the  nightmarish aura it gave off. This was the last remnant he had to remember his guildmates by. The members of Fatalis storm, the weapon itself was made from a Crimson fatalis but the tones the hunting horn along with the weapons durability was something he hoped would help in the long run.<br/><br/>(going by the monster hunter freedom unite guild hall for this)<br/>Once fully equipped Zephyr walked from the home snatching the request for help from the board as he walked by. He heard the whispers given by the villagers and didn't quite care.  He knew what he was getting into and didn't intend to turn back now. Looking at the three behind the counter he places the request down "I don't care what it takes, just remove any requests going to the misty peaks and warn any hunters going there. Whatever it takes convince them not to go..." He looks the three over as they each bowed in turn he nods stepping back then bowing politely. "Maybe I'll be able to reason with the creature, maybe not. This battles in fates hands now but we'll see how long that lasts." He chuckles placing the helmet back on his head before moving to the door rushing towards the Misty peaks. He knew the Zinogre was highly territorial so the moment he reached the peak he would be on high alert. It's not like he had his two brothers standing beside him anymore to watch his back...