[center][color=gray][h1]Dawkin Trustram[/h1][/color]
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Dawkin grinned upon the discovery of the great ball. What good luck! As good an indication as any that he'd chosen a good path. He carried on heading towards the Wet Caverns for some time, though paused for a moment at the sound of voices, not the young voices of amature trainers, but rather that of two someones rather more serious. Dawkin took soft steps a little bit closer to hear better and listened. His eyes narrowed as the conversation continued. The Vrits must be Team Virtious and the Lakewatchers were likely some anti-poaching group. Team Am-! His analysis of the conversation was interrupted at the same time as the girl's speech, though not as rudely. Options raced through Dawkin's mind. Fighting them would be stupid, ignoring them would be practically a crime, hiding was likely not to work and if caught things could go poorly. In a moment he'd made up his mind and walked forward casually into view, [color=grey]"Yo."[/color] He said casually raising one hand in greeting; raising an eyebrow at the coughing girl and the still smoking cigarette. Though he heard what was going on he hadn't actually seen it so his surprise was real. [color=gray]"First time smoking? I hear its best to start with small breathes."[/color] Dawkin said with a friendly smile as he headed into the cave. He would step to the side as soon as possible, using the trick of lighter and lighter footsteps to provide the illusion of leaving, and wait to see if they felt like talking anymore. If they did the girl's voice would likely echo through the cave, though Dawkin suspected they would be having their discussion someplace more private, it couldn't hurt to try.