[i]Another night spent at this inn... I wish I had the supplies to continue my journey...[/i] I thought as I looked in my bag, only to reveal a few coins, which was barely enough to stay another day at this place [i]Just as well, I suppose[/i] I then think as I take my dirty, slightly torn, and worn brown tunic, as well as my armor, which was faring much better for some reason, and after, of course, dressing and taking my spear, I finally leave my room. There didn't seem to be too many others here, or at least, there were only a few pokemon who I realized were deeply loyal regulars who almost never saw their family. Both of them, a Mr. Mime, and a Conkeldurr seemed to be crying into their drinks, as per the usual, or, at least, what I was told was the usual by the barkeeper. The fact that the barkeeper was a Zoroark, however, made me a little suspicious of him, even if he allowed me to stay here for almost nothing, something about his species, as well as the ditto, just made me instantly not trust them. [i]I wonder... is it because I've been the target of their shape-shifting antics in the war? Maybe I just don't like pokemon who could essentially steal your identity on a whim[/i] I ponder before the barkeeper greets me with "Hey there, Thorvald! Third day here, huh? So, are you leaving on your giant quest for... er... whatever it was?" I try to hide my suspicions of him as I answer "Well... probably, but I have just enough coin for another night here," he smiled at me, and said "Well, I wish you luck, though, I always hate to see a customer leave," sure, he [b]seemed[/b] to be friendly towards me, but that didn't change the fact that he could turn on me, lock me up in some broom closet while I sleep, and head off, pretending to be me... of course, thinking about it further, he didn't have much to gain from stealing my identity, did he? My armor and weapons, maybe, but I was thankfully rather unknown in these parts. 

I head out the door after a few glasses of pure water, which grass types practically craved constantly, and notice a very... familiar fire type. Nihonto... that drunkard who used to be what some would refer to as my 'rival'. I held up my spear to the Typhlosion, and said "Nihonto... the duke's loyal guard dog, the drunkard who used to try to take credit for apparently teaching me all that I knew, the same man who beat up my actual mentor during one of their 'outings' into the nearby city, and the same one who led the charge to take over whatever city it was I lived near, and indirectly had me thrust into the military. I'll bet you can't even remember my name, however..." I then probably surprised him by lowering my weapon, and putting it away soon after. "...if this truly is just a squad to help out pokemon effected by that earthquake, and figure out whether or not it was caused by something out of the ordinary, I'll join. Consider me a part of this squad," I then wondered if he actually did remember my name, and if he didn't, I might just have to lie, due to the fact that he'd certainly remember that I was in the military, and would remember that I was 'supposedly' killed on a mission to kill a helpless, defenseless druid, and even if he was drunk right now, he'd probably be able to figure out the fact that I deserted the army, and that might not end well, as he always was stronger than I was, of course, I was faster, but that wouldn't be enough, not with that fire magic of his.