Thassa hadn't the slightest idea what a footpad sentry was, but the ekans followed Favlev to the guild without asking any of the rather inane questions bobbing for attention in her head. It wasn't until they arrived at the Guild that things started to get weird. She... went with it, deciding these queer city pokèmon had bizarre customs in the first place and it wasn't worth trying to understand; she even followed Favlev's directions and put her nose to the grate so that the bizarre figure down below could see. She flicked her tongue through the grate, curious, trying to catch a scent of a voice who she could not properly distinguish in the gloom. But... all she could taste was rain and mud and a confusing medley of aromas.

The serpent followed her companion rather nervously, already a little spooked by the process, and encountered her first ladder - and a deep hole down which Favlev would soon vanish! She peers down worriedly, naught but her dark purple snout and her glimmering red eyes visible when the chikorita looked up at her from the bottom of the hole. "...That looked painful." She says, furrowing her brow - and expressing something of a desire not to copy him. It took some exploration of the ladder - she'd never seen one after all - but eventually Thassa is able to negotiate her way down the rungs as though it were a tree. She descends, twisting her neck around the first step and looping in and out of the bars...

Gingerly, she joins Favlev at the bottom and offers him a rather weak and nervous smile. Though she was admittedly more comfortable underground, she'd never been anywhere quite like this. Was it a cavern? ...It was so much bigger than her own burrow; and beyond, there were vibrations coming through the earth and... a riot of scents, tastes in the air... more pokemon, more KINDS of pokemon, than she'd ever seen in one place before. It was somewhat intimidating, really...