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

[@Ninian][@Lucius Cypher][@Light Lord][@Shiny Keldeo]

[i]Folio’s Trunk - Floor 6[/i]

Petra was rapidly finding that she quite disliked several of the group she’d found herself with. They all seemed very intent on getting her to leave, except for the other Aron. He, if anything, was even worse, suggesting that they “hide together” in the event of a challenge. It really felt like none of them were taking her remotely seriously, not even the Sableye. At least the Umbreon didn’t immediately dismiss her story or make fun of her. He even somehow had the insight to see her actual intentions, though that wasn’t really an issue. 

Actually, come to think of it, they were guild members. They really ought to know about a terrifying Gliscor who was terrorizing some traveler. Petra decided to ignore the other’s sneers and cuddle-suggestions, and answer the Umbreon instead. 

“Yeah! He was composed and alone all right, up until I smacked him,” she said, making a kicking motion with her foot, “He was chasing after a weird Kirlia, going on about how he was gonna murder her and eat the corpse,”

“Also, it doesn’t matter why I want to go down here with you!” she blurted, sidestepping away from Breeze, “All you need to know is that I’m strong and I can help you guys! I know what I’m doing too!”

She shook her head, clearing some of the sand from it. There just had to be a way to convince them all how to let her come with them, there had to.