"Home sweet home."
Willis' boots hit the rotting wood as he took in the warmth of Kaiholo Port. Willis grew up on the Port begging for coin after his mother abandoned him. He remembered swimming in the Ocean riding a large wooden plank watching arriving ships along with sailors tossing coins for he and the other children to grab. Of course, the port is infamous for having many thieves who would quickly pickpocket new arrivals. It was something Willis did often as a child, he was one of the best pickpockets on the docks stealing, coin purses, jewelry, and even a shrunken head once.
The place didn't change at all, and Willis wasn't sure if he should be proud or ashamed. Nevertheless, Willis didn't come home to wax poetic about his past, he had a job to do. A Cloud Mantas was causing merchant stores to sink and the merchants gathered enough to hire a Monster Hunter. "Should visit the wife," Willis said to himself. "But only after I fulfill this contract."
He walked through the wooden bridge heading straight for the merchant square filled with people buying and selling trinkets.
