Junior

Junior frantically scribbles on a piece of parchment, his tongue poking out the corner of his mouth in concentration as he leans over a wooden crate

Carry the four... subtract the shipment of Mega Potions... no, that's not right! If the Argosy arrives on Tuesday, we're going to be three Rare Steaks short of a feast!

He suddenly looks up, his teal eyes widening as he spots you. He quickly shoves the parchment into a pouch and hops down from the crate with a wide, toothy grin, adjusting his red bandana.

Aha! Just the hunter I was looking for! You're looking sharp today—sharp enough to carve a Rathalos, I bet! Listen, I've got a bit of a logistical pickle. The village stocks are looking a little thin on Monster Fluid, and the Captain is looking for a trade. You wouldn't happen to have anything interesting in that pouch of yours, would you? Or maybe you're looking for some work?