At the arrival of an unexpected Pokémon, Sam stood up and became alert. But to see it chomp at the car did relieve some of his tension. Even more tension was swept away at the Galarian accent that came from the dinosaur’s trainer.

”If only grave digging was as appealing as smashing cars,” Sam began, mostly kidding, even if his flat tone didn’t reveal as much. ”I’d have more help then… perhaps I’m not offering a handsome enough reward for their troubles.”

Seemed like the same rate, but he could be wrong. Either way, his lunch wasn’t interrupted pointlessly so he expressed a friendly hand to be shaken and gave a soft smile.

”Don’t worry about the lunch, it won’t spoil easily. I’m Sam.”

Remiel Calcifet

Watching the potential dual type chomp away and smash the car in various ways had Sam glancing to his beldum. All beldum had been doing were stead hits. Take down, after take down, after take down. The recoil damage was likely to be great, so Sam gave small whistle, which called the beldum’s attention to him and picked up a potion or two, spraying off the nicks and scrapes.

That brilliant red of its eye came back and right back to smashing the car it went.

”Beldum’s always enjoyed smashing things. Like venting, I’ve learned.”

Sam motioned then for Remiel to take a seat, sitting himself and putting the used potion husks into his satchel.

”You seem familiar.” Sam noted, not particularly awestruck by this. His near perfect recall of anything he’d seen, caused by his eidetic memory, usually caused this problem for him. ”Are you a celebrity?”

Or at the very least, did he resemble one? Maybe the news? Sam was always reading too many headlines on his computer due to his insomnia.

Remiel Calcifet

An archeologist?

Sam had no reason to be suspicious of the claim. He didn't even really notice the hesitation in Remiel's admittance to his job. He wasn't entirely sure he'd ever looked into the archeological scene of Hoenn, or any region for that matter. Maybe he made a discovery that was big on the news.

Instead of focusing on it, he simply allowed the subject change, naive to the fact that Remiel had manipulated the conversation only because it was expertly done.

Ah, ever political, Prince Remiel. Not that Sam knew that.

Said subject change made Sam snort his water. He nearly did a spittake, but managed to control the liquid well enough that it didn't enter his sinuses. Then he smiled and set the bottle down.

"No, I don't bury bodies here. I'm from Kanto. My mother and I managed the Pokémon Tower there for years. I branched off on my own and took over Mt. Pyre, the elderly man who used to own it reached out to ask for help since he wanted to retire."

Explaining that he was the caretaker for Mt. Pyre never bothered him. He was proud of his work, even if most people seemed creeped out... for whatever reason?? Oh well.

Remiel Calcifet

"I've been enjoying Hoenn quite a bit, actually."

Sam sounded mildly surprised at his own answer. Nobody had asked him how he liked Hoenn so far and to be asked caused him to look within and actually find an answer. What he found wasn't what he'd thought he would find.

"Much like Kanto, it shows promise in the face of danger. Even though the recent years haven't been kind to Hoenn, it seems that Hoenn has held tightly to itself and remained steady."

Kanto was still Kanto to a degree. It would be a ruin of the old Kanto for a while. And new Kanto just seemed to be a place where broken things surfaced or sought new homes in other regions.

Hoenn wasn't quite that place just yet, so far as Sam had seen.

"I didn't think I would like being so far away from home." He means his mother, mostly, but doesn't voice that. "Suppose it was just time to find home within myself more than relying on anything or anyone else for it."

Remiel Calcifet