[attr="class","body"] Guinevere huddled under a tree, desperate to escape the steady drizzle overhead. Why had she thought this would be a good idea? She had gone back and forth so many times in the hours leading up to this moment. In the end, it had been her riolu, Mattrin, who had convinced her. He always had a way with words. Now he stood at her side, chest puffed out, ready to face any danger head on. She hugged her arms close, tucked away in her hoodie. In her hood, the applin, Duck, nestled close to the back of her neck, watching their back for additional signs of danger. Mattrin was especially on edge, Gwen could tell as she eyed him warily. He did his best, but he wasn't exactly 'tough' by any means. He was usually the cautious one, the level headed thinker. Now, however, he was on high alert. Something about this place made him nervous. Did he regret talking her into this adventure? Slowly, she lowered a hand to her belt, fingertips brushing the remaining two pokeballs. One, containing Bane, was calm and cool. Amarok's, however, was warm, to the touch, and pulsed every few moments. He wanted out. Gwen hesitated. She couldn't really risk him and Duck getting into another fight. It was beginning to wear her out, honestly. And this wasn't really the time or place. She swallowed, pulled her hand back briefly before touching it once again. She held her breath, hesitating before giving the button a gentle tap. It clicked and out came the abrasive archen. Amarok quickly took in the scenery, fluffing out his feathers against the rain. Mattrin and he huddled together as the riolu explained something to him, and Amarok nodded in return. There. They were on the same page, it seemed. "Well," she sighed, exhaling. "No time like the present. Let's get moving, I guess," Guinevere muttered, beginning to trudge ahead. With Duck in her hood, and Mattrin and Amarok on either side, she felt better. Between the four of them, it was doubtful anything could sneak up on them. They fell silent as they moved towards the tree line, slowing as they approached a clearing. Several meters ahead appeared a small group, huddling under a tarp and several tough looking pokemon surrounding them. Should she approach? Gwen swallowed, hesitating as she bit her lip. Maybe not quite yet. Urf.
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Area 1
Notes; Gwen approaches from the east, hesitating as she spots the tarp group. Three of her pokemon are currently out of their pokeballs and close to her. She is nervous, particularly due to her inability to control her adamant archen at times.

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