The thunderous clopping of hooves filled the air, and several white horses clambered into the city, their flaming mane's billowing out smoke. They pulled alongside a wooden chariot, and sitting in a tank on top of it was a large, powerful-looking Clawitzer. The Clawitzer pulled the Rapidash to a stop, who whinnied and stamped their hooves. The Clawitzer climbed down the wooden steps of the chariot, it's legs scuttling around with surprising expertise on land for a water pokemon.

Hex had been heading to the lavish hotel when the chariot had pulled in. It had blown right past her, almost causing her to crash into a nearby dragon type. It pulled up by the hotel, and the Clawitzer came out, boasting it's massive claw. Matt quickly stuff Josh into a nearby wooden crate. There, it began asking the group a couple of questions, of which she could not hear exactly. He laid of a collection of photos in front of the group, and Matt shook his head at one of them.

Hex fluttered over to the group, trying to avoid the masses of dragon types filling the area. It seemed there was a lot more pokemon than earlier. It seemed most of them were rushing to Amanda's Threads, which seemed to be getting quite a bit more popular. A lot more dragon types were hanging around the store now, entering in and out with all sorts of goods and clothes and accessories. Maybe the fact some of their team bought all those fancy new clothes that it began to attract others.

Hex quickly fluttered over to the group, eager to see what was happening. The Clawitzer stared intently at Anthony, awaiting a response from the small pile of goo. Hex stared at the photos, recognizing one. Josh was on one of the twelve lying across her, and the Clawitzer seemed intent on finding him. "Hm." She said, looking over them. She wasn't completely sure what was going on. They all had some familiarities to them. Most, if not all, seemed to look like water types. 

The Clawitzer informed her as to what was going on. Apparently, he had "misplaced" those pokemon, and he was looking for them. She pondered as to what to do. There were two things that could possibly happen. The Clawitzer had harmful intent toward the pokemon in the photos and was looking for them. Or he somehow protected all of them and was looking for them because they ran away. Hex shrugged. "Don't know a single one."