Priam forgot the exact details about the rewards from the mission proper held to him by some local government official, but he knew there would be rewards for helping out in this time of crisis. He was too busy trying to contain himself from exploding after the belittlement he experienced just for stating his age. The thoughts never left his head even as he left the building and towards the center of the small town.

"Just accompany the ranger, he says," he'd mull over, grumbling as he prowled to where he'd meet the respective partner for the task. "Just follow his lead and back him up like I can't do anything by myself, huh?" The words were incoherent as he mumbled them for the most part, though one could still see the disappointment in him by the way he expressed the words. He was basically just dragged along the fiasco when he passed by the settlement against his own accord, seeing as he's able-bodied and possessed Pokemon of his own. He couldn't complain about the job since cash is cash, but the thought of being trivialized didn't sit well with him.

Looking up from the ground as he somehow found a moment to stop grumbling, he spotted the person that fitted the description by the fire.

'Scarred blondie seems about right. Popular enough to attract the women too, huh.'

He'd step in the exchange, eyeing the lady and then the person he was supposed to go search with. "Looks like they want you to leave their place soon, sir," he'd bluntly mention, eyes never going back to the lady after what he just said. "Should we get going?" Priam had his Gabite out, though the Dragon-type simply stood behind its trainer throughout the abrupt conversation.

"Gabite? This is- Wait, you think I have a capable team?"

He'd start to chuckle, suppressing the laughter with a balled fist over his mouth. Priam gave the Pokemon beside him a single glance before returning to Laurence. "You're not good at sucking up to people, but I appreciate that." Four out of the normal six was not good enough, and out of those four, he only really liked his Espeon. Nonetheless, he wasn't the type to shrug off compliments when he receives them.

"Call me Conrad!" he'd introduce himself with a grin.

He was right in the regard that time was essence in this matter. Cold was something he can get accustomed with, but it was always better if he can get out of the cold sooner. "At least parts of the route's frozen all over. We'll finish this fast." Confident words left him, resting his hands on his hips as he almost puffed his chest out. He'd turn before he could let the other respond to him, heading out towards the settlement and into the wild.

"I'm going."

His hastened his pacing, moving his legs to walk briskly as opposed to moderately. "We're heading north, right?" Priam didn't have an idea of where to search to be honest, and simply decided to head towards the direction he heard from the lady-- not that he heard it clearly anyways.

"That's, uh... good, right?"

He wasn't sure how far they were from the start point by now, but the distance only proved to be longer with every moment they spent walking. Wherever the missing people ended up, Priam was sure that they'd were most likely dying by the time they reach them. It was cold, with temperatures reaching below the freezing point. They'll probably die the moment they find themselves unconscious in these harsh conditions too.

"Get your Metang to bring us where he got that from!"

The slightest smile on his face was inappropriate for the situation, but it was there nonetheless. It was a lead after all, which meant that they wouldn't be wandering about aimlessly for a while. Having nothing to follow was a waste of time, though more importantly, it meant that they wouldn't know if they made progress or not. Priam didn't do well without instructions.

"We should be hurrying if there's a chance that the owner's alive, right?" he added in, trying to back up the words he uttered moments earlier with an argument.

"Yikes..."

He braced himself as he heard the crunch, bodies breaking in front of him. Although dead bodies can easily be grown accustomed to, death never feels the same way for him. Regardless, Priam is quick to recover to his usual spirits. "It feels like we're heroes or something if we have to defeat something like that," Priam would enthusiastically ramble on upon seeing the sight.

The current setting brought pressure on their shoulders. The lives of the people beyond the massive figure depended on how they were going to deal with the situation. Instead of fear and panic, Priam felt excited. He was going to be a hero today, saving the lives of innocent bystanders. All he needed to do was to show off his skills and prowess, work with Laurence to take down the bad guy, and save the day.

"We're really doing this, right?" Confirmation was unnecessary, though habit has forced him to ask before he does something. He turned to the Gabite with a command. "U-Turn!"

The Zoroark unveiled itself. Without a single battle cry, the Dark-type would rush into the Abomasnow, which was held back by Laurence's own Pokemon. Taking a single hit from its adversary, the wild Pokemon would soon see the Zoroark gone and replaced with another one of Priam's collection. This time, the real Dragon-type would take its place in the battlefield.

"Sandstorm!"

The move would try to counter the hailstorm that the Abomasnow had started. Being in its natural habitat where cold prevailed against any other weather effects, the sandstorm could only clear just enough to turn the surrounding area into the Gabite's more favorable condition.

"Should be enough for your Metang to get a move, right?"

"Share the spotlight, dammit!"

This guy... It was obvious that he was trying to accomplish things on his own, never actually getting an input from Priam. He was used to it, being pushed to the support role most of the times. Not that he was bad at it, on contrary, he was getting better at that job with the amount of times he was there to back someone up instead of doing the heavy lifting on his own. He wouldn't lie and say that he never wanted to be the star of the show though.

Nonetheless, he was given no choice on that matter.

"If you're going to be like that, then fine!"

He took out his Espeon from his Pokeball, the Psychic-type landing on all fours as he materialized. "Helping Hand!" Priam trusted the Espeon enough to pick out who the main attacker was among the Pokemon. His attention then went to the Gabite afterwards, their eye contact breaking the Sandstorm that the Dragon-type maintained. "Turn that to a Sand Tomb."

The surrounding sands eventually coagulated to a strong casing that stopped the Abomasnow from further moving. The Grass-type was rooted in place, waiting for nothing but a powered up Meteor Mash from the newly evolved Metagross. The attack would knock the wild Pokemon out most definitely, though he'd leave Laurence to lead him afterwards. Stillness came from Priam afterwards, anticipating a reaction from Laurence for his earlier behavior. They usually happen after the job's done.

"Alright." The word was almost told with a groan. It was nothing exciting, but he supposed it still has to be done by one of them.

He'd turn away from Lars, recalling his Gabite as he did, and faced the crowds. "Alright." The word was repeated, though this time, it was firm and resolute, with the intention of calling everyone's attention to him. He'd rally everyone, most of them still in a state of shock. Priam was fine with the fact that their minds were basically muddled with trauma and was not functioning properly, since it made it easy to get them to stand up from their feet as long as he assisted them up.

"We're going back now. We won't get paid for leaving you guys behind, you know."

Ushering them up to their feet and herding everyone was the easy part. Making sure that they still would act normal through the journey wasn't.