Aera Blitzfield sighed as she sat down on a park bench, watching the clear Toran sky while sipping a nice cup of steaming hot coffee.

“This place is a pretty city, alright, but it’s got nothing on Xuan’s sunsets.”

The trainer ran a finger through her Kujaku’s ruffled feathers, flicking away the pollen that gathered on it after their brief trudge in the forests of Toran. After the long boat ride from Xuan, a good long walk was just the thing she needed to shake the weariness one gets after spending too much time in a cramped space.

A good sized leather bag lay by her foot; it contained all of her meager possessions, which wasn’t very much at all. The natrelmon pecked at it, reminding Aera that it was time to book an inn. She stood up and stretched, the went ahead to take a stroll around the busy city square. It was not long before she came upon a fairly popular inn. There seemed to be quite a few trainers residing in it already, which Aera took as a good sign. She went in, speaking directly to the innkeeper to book a room.

After that, she decided to loiter around the lobby, casually observing the general crowd of people going in and out of the inn.