[h1][b][color=gray]Penchant[/color][/b][/h1]

"So this is Valiant Village..." The Minccino had just past the bridge into the town, though calling it a town was an understatement. Valiant Village was huge, several times bigger than Lively Town. [i]Should have just called it a city then,[/i] PC thought, pulling on the straps of his backpack, which hung almost a few centimeters off the ground. It was these times PC wished he was a much larger Pokemon; the backpack was almost his size and it could hardly fit very much without severely weighing him down. He had heard how Psychic types could make hyperspace holes to carry much more inventory than normally possible, and considered finding someone in the guild here who could help. 

Now that his mind was on the guild, PC recalled the stories of the village itself. It was established as the Second Great War ended – it was a very recent conflict, well within his lifetime, though his memory of it was vague, and his parents were never involved in the war. His remaining mother talked about it regularly though, and of Valiant Village and all its famous guild members and heroes. However, PC had no idea where it was, being on the other end of the Grass Continent, simply overhearing that there was a guild in the general direction he was going to, and only a few days ago in a small outpost did he realize that said guild was none other than Valiant Village's Exploration and Rescue Guild. 

The "village" was as crowded as expected to be, with long rows of market places lining the side of the commercial area. It was just morning, but already there were Pokemon all around purchasing goods. A few adventurers were at the bank, depositing their loot after a tiring expedition in some mystery dungeon. [color=gray]"I could buy basically anything here..."[/color] PC muttered, strolling along the road towards the town square. The guild hall stood out a bit north of the village, its height well above the rest to emphasize its power and importance. 

The Minccino spent so much time gazing at the sights that he nearly hit head on with a Riolu who had dashed out of somewhere. At soon as he turned his eyes back in front of him, the young Pokemon was on a collision course that was thankfully averted with the quick reflexes of both. PC did a quick dodge to the left, staggering momentarily before regaining his footing and sighing. [i]Right, getting a bit too distracted.[/i] He scanned his surroundings, the Riolu who he had nearly crashed into dashing off towards the other side of the town square along with another Riolu, likely his sibling. 

PC then noticed a group of older Pokemon come out, namely two Lucarios and an Excadrill. He couldn't make out what they were saying, their barely audible conversation being further dampened out by the noise that was going around the square. The three were walking away from another building, with the sign above the door marked in clear red: "Training Dojo". PC had seen these kind of dojos or fight schools or whatever they were called back in his hometown, and wasn't the biggest fan of training in these buildings, especially since he didn't perform too well against Fighting types. [i]They must be experienced adventurers, [/i] he assumed, deciding that he would go towards the guild hall.