[b]"So do we have to stay here? I don't want to stay here any more."[/b]

"I don't blame you, after the less than spectacular introduction to the League," Adrian noted, his voice light and cheery to try to lift the mood. "But yes, we can and should make a start on the road. I know the way, follow me." With that, he led the way down the stairs, intending to retrace the path he had taken to get to the Lab in the first place.

"So, if I'm the only one of us from Kanto... I guess I should go into a bit of detail on what we're up against. For the first couple of Gyms, I mean," he quickly clarified. "I did some research, to see what people were up to these days, and I think Gary's speech was packed full of exaggeration. First on the roster is Brock, up north in Pewter. Everyone calls him a colossal pushover. Although, to be fair, I'm hardly surprised. Rock-types aren't particularly threatening. Unless he imported some from overseas, any reasonably well-trained... hang on a sec. [i]Magnus![/i]"

[i]Beep![/i] Caught in the act yet again, Magnus sheepishly dropped from the streetlight from which it had been siphoning electricity, and returned to Adrian's side. The Trainer gave his Pokémon a look, then turned back to the others.

"Sorry, he gets out of hand sometimes. Anyways, where was I... right. Brock. Pushover. Pretty much anything that isn't a Normal, Fire, or Flying-type will thrash his team." The small group of Trainers were passing the docks as Adrian concluded his half-explanation, half-ramble.