The group of small Pokémon headed out on their own little journey. While the search felt long and arduous it did actually take less than ten minutes before they stumbled upon a pale-skinned thin man. Zorua gestured for her two compatriots to do the thing, figuring it would be most gracious of it to let them do their first victim!

Meanwhile, Berthold was listening to the words of Sy. A few acknowledging nods were given as Sy shared with him his words of wisdom before proceeding to talk about the flavor of the city. “Ah yes, I most certainly do.” Though he wasn’t exactly sure what the drift was. Berthold figured he understood the gist of what the intended meaning was.

Meanwhile, as their conversation continued a small Piplup had made her way to the bunch. Pleading her case as she was trying to hide from a foe unknown. She wished to partake in the safety of the group. She was given the same requirements as everyone else, and she accepted them all the same, though, of course, that could be trickery on her part. Nonetheless, she jumped into the middle of the group and hid.

Berthold noticing the movement of the Piplup from his position realized that if this continued he might come home with half the Pokémon population of this beach. “It was a pleasure talking with you. But I should probably rejoin with my Pokémon.” He gestured towards the mass of Pokémon that had joined Noivern. And with that he walked over there, mentally ready to tackle this new task.


OOC: Trying to capture the Piplup

@symon