“[color=00aeef]He’s good,[/color]” Drystan noted to his Legend. “[color=00aeef]Either through deliberate effort or simple lack of focus, our newfound friend is giving nothing away.[/color]”

“[color=00aeef][b]Forget that,[/b][/color]” the voice inside his head murmured. “[color=00aeef][b]Maybe you should try this ‘honesty’ lark more often. Did he really just agree to help?[/b][/color]”

The answer came in the form of a widening smile across the lips of his host. “[color=00aeef]That you are even willing to hear me out is a relief. So many people clam up at the mention of Giratina, especially with recent events. Although, they can hardly be blamed for that, I suppose, as anyone with sense would be worried.[/color]” Taking a final draw of the cigarette, he gestured at himself. “[color=00aeef]Case in point.[/color]”

Crumpling the last of the cigarette into a cloud of burning embers in his palm, Drystan allowed them to fall and scatter across the floor, carried by the slight breeze generated from the people walking past, cursing the lack of genuine fresh air. “[color=00aeef]As Dialga’s Avatar, I am in a unique position to comment on the fact that time is short. If Giratina has begun to rampage, then the outcomes are few. He will either die, or will kill countless more.[/color]”

“[color=00aeef]If the Orb falls into the wrong hands, be they malicious or simply ignorant, then finding it may be impossible. Should my counterpart get her hands on it, or someone like her, then you can replace the ‘may’ in that sentence with ‘[i]will[/i]’.[/color]” Drystan removed his hat briefly, to wipe a line of sweat from his brow due to heat in the room, reminding him that one of his opponents for the next round would be Groudon’s scar-ridden broad.

Swallowing down that uncomfortable feeling, he returned to the task at hand. “[color=00aeef]I have employed many eyes to search for the Orb, in many places, and have turned up countless fakes and replicas, but never the real thing. My small band was drawn to this city in the hopes of it turning up, but my attempts to track it down with Dialga have proved fruitless - apparently a result of the void opening last night.[/color]”

“[color=00aeef]If you wish to know more, you need only ask, and I will answer what I can in the remaining time before my next bout. If this proves insufficient, we could always speak more over a meal later, if you’d prefer.[/color]” Throughout the entire time, Drystan’s curiosity kept poking it’s head up, desperate to ask about Vuduin’s Legend. He smiled, and berated it once again, keeping the friendly tone going. [i]Everything is going fine,[/i] he thought, [i]no need to ruin it now[/i].

Dialga chuckled, as though it was only a matter of time.