[center][color=gray][h1]Dawkin Trustram[/h1][/color]
[@PlatinumSkink][@Pikmin Eye]
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Dawkin shrugged in response to Martin's thanks, [color=gray]"It wasn't a big deal, I picked up the can from another trainer. You using it up is no problem, that's what it was meant for after all."[/color] His attention refocused Laurinda, who was thankfully free with her advice. Quite extensively in fact, Dawkin mentally repeated everything she said to make sure it was commmited to memory. It seemed going into the Wet Caverns, and everything after it, would simply be filled with nothing but difficulty. This was hard information to swallow, Dawkin was reluctant to back down from a challenge, however this was advice from a trainer far more experienced trainer who had likely seen young hopefuls like him try the same thing only to fail. However at the very least he would make it to the Wet Caverns and catch a Pokemon there before heading back. Perhaps the most definite thing to ward him off from investigating the woods further was her saying [i]"another child is getting deeper into the infested wood then they can handle."[/i] Martin had needed help in the outerwoods alone and if the same thing had happened to Dawkin he would've also needed help.

He had no desire to be in need of rescue or labelled a child. He would pick his battles and this one could wait. [color=gray]"Thank you very much for your advice Ms. Laurinda."[/color] Dawkin said respectfully and offered her a bow before turning to face the direction of the Wet Caverns. Just a look around, a caught Pokemon, and he would be satisfied. He took a step forward and noticed Aron seemingly attempting to gnaw on something at the base of a tree. Dawkin quickly stepped over and rapped Atlas on the head lightly, causing the small Pokemon to immediately let go with a somewhat sullen expression. Dawkin picked it up and saw it was the Pokeball he'd thrown earlier. [color=gray]"You can't eat these, good job finding it for me though."[/color] Atlas looked conflicted momentarily between the knowledge that he couldn't eat it and being complimented, though the latter seemed to win out barely. [color=gray]"Now let's take a trip to these Wet Caverns hm?"[/color] Dawkin asked rhetorically and returned Atlas to his own Pokeball, now striding forth towards the Caverns. He'd helped out someone, won a battle, received key advice, and modified his course of action for the better. What a eventful place these woods had turned out to be.