Though Gris felt a little bad that he had struck the other pokemon, the girls were in trouble! Who knew what creepy forest-dwellers would do a few defenseless children? Simply thinking about it made his fur stand on end. He could hear the clanking of metal, though it was growing fainter... and fainter... At any moment, the sound would be lost completely and his only hope of hm finding Rin and Haven with it. There was more riding on this rescue than just the well-being of a few pokemon, though. If he could pull this off, there was no doubt he would be able to finally start making some progress to building..!

Gris let out a squeak of surprise as the honedge spoke up. His eyes were wide, staring at the single optic of the ghost type. It was like staring into the face of a sword who had tarnished. How did he get himself into these messes? This morning no sooner had he stepped out of the inn had Lana rushed him with her problem, and now he was going to be cut in half by a steel type whose feelings were hurt! At the very least, he was going to get a few scratches. 

The last thing he expected was for Mythril to proclaim their friendship and place himself around his waist. Did all honedge usually behave like swords or was this crimson red one just odd? Either way, Gris couldn't stop the confused smile that spread across his face. Medburn was full of eccentric pokemon, but this one was downright insane. Or maybe he was just happy? Gris realized he wasn't in danger, and the tension faded away. [color=Gray]"Sorry about hitting you?"[/color] He awkwardly said before tapping at Mithril's metal body. Metals were fun to use in baths too, and steel type pokemon usually appreciated a nice polishing. Heat therapy was also a favorite, though too much would hurt the client.  [color=Gray]"I'm Gris, adventurer and future masseuse. And I don't really have time to talk right now,"[/color] He said as he scampered toward the faint footsteps.  [color=Gray]"I need to hurry up if I'm going to save those two."[/color]