He cocked his head behind the mask and watched the girl walk into the building. Into there? He absently scratched at the ground with his bare toes, while Yukiko slunk in behind him. Hitoko, the third member of their group, nodded and padded closer. She barked, once at the door to confirm that it was the right place, and then at the skarmory trying to peck at her. He abandoned the crouch he had on the side of the road and ran up, a hand on Hitoko's neck to calm her, and a clucking screech to the skarmory to tell it to back off. It spread its wings in a threat display, showing off its sharp feathers. Daiki held out his cloak and stared it down, forcing it to acknowledge he was the bigger bird. When it lowered its head, he 'pecked' at it by darting his head forwards.

Calling Yukiko with a bark, he made his way in with the two ninetales flanking him. Who was he supposed to meet here? The rafters were full of pidgeys, with a hoothoot in the back, and he could smell the large growlithe sleeping behind the bar. None of them could write, or even smart enough to communicate. Daiki unfolded the letter again, pulling it from his bag. He frowned at it until he realised he was holding it upside down, then turned it over. Something about merchants and stealth. Well, Daiki knew the latter, but what was the point of being a merchant when he could walk through the grass and trees just as simply as the road. The road was more crowded anyway. Too many people who didn't listen.

He held the letter up for Yukiko and Hitoko to look at, and they shook their heads as well. Of course. If he didn't understand half of this twisty, loopy script, how would they? Why did people even write like this? He crumpled the paper up and started asking questions. Not of the loud raucous humans. Instead he asked the pokemon. Most of the people had common pokemon, shocked that a person could even hear them. One psychic type, an abra sleeping in its owner's baggage, knew what Daiki was looking for, and pointed him to a table in the back. He noticed the scizor and marowak first, and cautioned Hitoko to play nice. Scyther could be skittish around her, and scizor no doubt more so. He pushed the mask up onto the top of his head and nodded to the marowak, coughing out a greeting. The scizor was more tricky. The human voice simply wasn't equipped for their cries, so he made two fists and smacked them together. The umbreon was easier. They were very like his ninetales. 

That done, he looked at the humans at the table. The girl he'd encountered, obviously she belonged to the marowak and scizor. The man in the cloak belonged to the umbreon, who had made it abundantly clear. The other woman didn't seem to belong to anyone, though the umbreon spoke for her. [color=39b54a]"Prince."[/color] He recognised the umbreon, so he recognised the man. he didn't know the others, and he couldn't just ask them who they were. Ah well, humans enjoyed talking. They'd explain everything eventually. He pulled three rawst berries out of his pack, at Yukiko's urging. She got one, Hitoko the other, and he bit into the third, enjoying the bitter taste. He preferred the sweeter tang of the sitrus, but he didn't have any.