"Hiya, I'm with Terra and the rest of her group." Hex said, following up after the rest of the team had gotten their keys, glancing at them as they slimed or floated up the stairs. "Of course you are." The Grovyle replied, a wide grin on it's face, placing a key inscribed with [i]253[/i] on it. She stared at it awkwardly for a second, reflecting on the fact that she had no hands, before the Grovyle decided to just throw it into her bag over the counter. She thanked them and began her ascent upstairs.

The first floor was a complete mess. Mold grew on the corners of the walls, and actually covered some of the doorways. Tiles were unhinged and some were flown across the room, and dirt spattered the unruly floor in various patterns of pokemon footprints and the like. Hex had never seen something so completely messy and disgusting, and the smell was absolutely awful. As if someone had recently dumped a dead body in there. She gagged before quickly fluttering to the next floor.

The next floor was not at all as bad as the first. It still retained plenty of dirt smeared across the the floor and the lower parts to the wall. Some fresh vegetation flourished in the corners and cracks in the ceiling, some low hanging vines even reaching out to touch any passerby who had the misfortune to come on by. Several pokemon stood around, mostly fire types who lazily blew puffs of smoke from their mouths, along with some slight floating embers. Hex coughed as she flew up to the next.

The next was completely different from the first and the second. The walls appeared to be made out of pure gold, and the tiles seemed just like it. [i]Must've taken at least a hundred Persians paydaying to produce this much gold.[/i] Hex thought to herself, staring around at the luxurious halls. She awkwardly fumbled with the key for a second, working hard to try to shove it into the key lock, until she eventually settled on just biting it and opening up the door.

Almost immediately, Hex collapsed into a bed, feeling the wears and tears of the day in the city sliding off of her. Eventually she began to fade into a deep sleep, her bag lying perpendicular to her.