As a child in Scale City, I would often [s]explore[/s] adventure through Sunswept Plains with my friends. Despite not getting very far, learning about mystery dungeons was still fun. On one such adventure, we discovered a strange place atop a hill, where a bright red and yellow carpet was laid out on the soft grass. A Kecleon sat in the middle of the carpet surrounded by various foods and items that could be useful to adventurers. “Welcome, welcome!” he said to us, “Feel free to examine my merchandise!” [s]What followed would be remembered by all as the worst day of our lives.[/s]

	I’m reminded of that moment as I look over to two Kecleon standing at a stall nearby. [i]Could this be where that Kecleon was from? I always assumed he slept on the carpet...[/i] I walk over to the short line in front of their stall. There's a Zigzagoon in front of me who keeps changing his mind about which TM to buy. I sit my bag on the ground and open the front pouch, taking out the 1000 Poké I brought for food. I’ve never seen how much things cost in other towns, so hopefully this should be enough.

	“Thank you, have a nice day!” I hear the Kecleon say as the Zigzagoon walks away with a Thunder TM. Not wanting to keep him waiting, I hurry up to the stall with my money in hand.
	“Hi, how are you?” I ask the green Kecleon, attempting to make small talk, “Do you sell any food here?”
	“Of course!” he replies cheerfully, “What do you have in mind? We’ve got apples and various berries in stock right now.” I pause for a moment to think.
	“How much would three apples and an oran berry cost?”
	“That'll be 380 Poké.”
	“Thanks.” I reply as he turns to get the food for me. [i]That was much easier than buying from Danny, even if I did have to walk to another town![/i]

	I reach down to open my bag, but it’s not hanging from my shoulder. Remembering I left it on the ground behind me, I turn around. My bag isn't there. “No... No, no, no! Where is it!?” I say to myself in disbelief that I let it out of my sight. “I- it was right there in my bag! This can’t be happening right now...” I look at all the nearby Pokémon, none of whom are paying me any attention. I check the area again and my stick (and bag too, I suppose) still isn’t anywhere to be seen - I don’t even see any Pokémon carrying it away!
	“Excuse me?” The Kecleon asks from his stall, “Is everything alright?” I turn around to address him, but I’m not sure what to say.
	“I - uhh... It’s my stick. And my bag.”
	“Your bag?”
	“It was right here a moment ago. I just put it down for a second to get some money out but now it’s not there and I don’t know where it is...” I trail off. The Kecleon realizes what happened and looks at me with a combination of worry and disappointment. He puts away the food, knowing that I’m no longer looking to buy anything.

	“Now, normally I’d tell people to go to the guild in a situation like this, but I don’t think you’d have any luck there.” He thinks out loud, trying to figure out if there’s anything he can do for me.
	“The guild?” I ask, “Where’s that?”
	“It’s the building shaped like a Wigglytuff on that hill. You can’t miss it. Like I said, though, there’s not much they can do for you. They have a bit of a situation at the moment.”
	“Well, I’m still gonna try.” I reply, disregarding his warning. “Thanks for your help!” I run off towards the guild, keeping an eye out for anyone holding a pointy stick. [i]Hopefully this guild is as skilled as the one back in Scale City.[/i]

	”What was all that about?” the purple Kecleon asks after I'm out of earshot.
	“Oh, you know.” The green one sighs, “[i]Tourists.[/i]”