Muricata, is a silly fatherly barbarian dwarf, devoted to Demeter and cooking, his wits may suffice for battle but lack at the times where slow thinking are needed.
Born in a Farmer family, he dreamt of adventure during his early years as his father spoke to him while making soup about insane battles with dragons and otherworldly flavors of food.
After he became of age, he decided to go out to the world as an adventurer. While he liked it, he didn't find anything of interest during this time.
Most of the missions were, basic fetch quests, or protection Quests that didn't amount to anything.
He did picked up a strange relationship with an elf, that even if she was older and taller than him, she acted half her age, as if she didn't care of anything, yet he managed to understand how to interact, and she felt like a kind of daughter.
During his travels he picked up quite a bit of knowledge about cooking, this made it so even if there were other cooks, he was the one in charge of the food.
He slowly started to think that maybe his place was behind a counter as a chef, during his last travel he ended up in Dalanis. Where he found a job as the guild main chef.
He took it happily, he was finally away from all the insane happenings he had heard of the adventure world, he hadn't lived any of it but he didn't want to. Even if this meant less payment.
This was until a tortle decided it was a good idea to test "deep-fried ice". Which costed an almost total destruction of his kitchen.
He wasn't paid to deal with this.
As if that wasn't enough. A bunch of giant mutant cockroaches started to attack the city, which he hated as they were filthy. After having to go through the underground of the city. Full of man rats. While escaping from the invasion. He finally arrived to his home, the guild kitchen. But his peace was short lived as a few minutes after, a explosion could be heard outside.
Something told him that in order to be able to cook in peace again, he may need to pick up his hammer once more.