[color=#b4b4b4][h1][b]Petra the Aron[/b][/h1][/color]

[i]Folio’s Trunk - Floor 6[/i]

“I’m right here, you know!” said Petra, indignant at the Luxio and his ferociously fluffy friend. They had caused her to fall, and they were acting not only like they had nothing to do with it, but also like she wasn’t there! How rude. 

“My name’s Petra,” she said, addressing the Sableye and the Aron, “Thanks for helping me up, um, who are you?” 

The group was larger than she had anticipated, including what looked to be a total of 5 Pokemon. It was strange to see a party this large moving through dungeons. Petra thought for a moment. Most of the team looked to be guild members, but the Aron didn’t appear to have a badge. Perhaps he was a recruit? If they could bring one recruit along with them, perhaps they wouldn’t object to another. Another, identical to the other? Surely they wouldn’t object to another member. 

Maybe this was a chance! Peta had wanted to join the guild for a long time, but never could muster up the courage to go register. Nobody knew her, after all, and the Guildmaster was terrifying. She could be a criminal in disguise. Joining this little caravan meant that, perhaps she could get enough of a reputation to actually sign up!

Before either the Aron or the Sableye could respond, Petra put on her best puppy eyes and immediately asked, 

“You guys look like you’re on an adventure. I’m kiinda alone down here, do you think maaaybe I could, you know, join in along you guys maybe?” she said, batting her solid metal eyelids, making slight clinking sounds as she did.