[Center][h2][color=f26522]Gredy Silvertongue[/color][/h2][/Center]

Gredy had more then enough footage for what he intended to do. Pocketing his phone, he calmly walked back into the Trainer House in order to claim a room for the night while also giving himself access to a PC in order to upload and send the footage to the Pokémon Association. At least, that was his intention until something ran right into his legs; Out of reflex he jumped back a little in order to see what it was and found himself looking at a... fire mouse?

Looking up as a trainer arrived that was claiming the pokemon as his and apologizing for it running into him, Gredy simply said "[color=f26522]That's alright, these things happen.[/color]" more then happy to accept the apology and pretend that nothing happened... until he saw the boy burn himself trying to pick his pokemon up and kick it. With a sharp intake of breath, Gredy froze for a moment as he was faced with the reality that this was really happening in front of him. When the moment passed, Gredy quickly stepped between the Cyndaquil and their 'trainer' in order to prevent any more physical attacks.

Crossing his arms over his chest, Gredy looked at the 'trainer' in front of him with a stern expression before opening his mouth "[color=f26522]You want to trade your pokemon? I've got an offer for you. I'll take your clearly unwanted pokemon in exchange for not reporting you for pokemon abuse. Sounds like a fair trade to me.[/color]"

[@Holy Soldier]