[color=gray][color=lightgray]“Ah… right… Houstank! Houstank…”[/color] Hector´s once neat surroundings became a flurry of off-white paper as he struggled to find what he wanted. He picked a very colorful and slim brochure from a pile and unfolded it with pride. 

[color=lightgray]“Alright!”[/color] shouted Hector as he began to read the pamphlet out loud with honor, wanting to pick out the most exciting bits to hype them up before handing it to them. [color=lightgray]“Greetings visitor and welcome to Houstank the world´s only industrial septic tank turned city…”[/color] His eyes were jittery with both nervousness and trying to find anything positive.

[color=lightgray]“...bask in the humid and wonderful temperatures that our amazing city has to offer and enjoy your favorite meat platters without asking any questions as to their source and…”[/color]

[color=lightgray]“…voted on by readers of Kalosian Tourism Weekly as Kasparc´s sixth most pleasant place to get stabbed in… uhm…”[/color]

Despite its questionable reputation, Houstank had been frequently described by locals as Slopadelphia's better, more stable sibling. It was a step above the more rustic territories that surrounded it and the residents claimed that the humidity was good for your skin provided you popped the occasional refresh tablet to keep toxicity at bay. Close to the city were various junkyards infamous for housing several of Kasparc's numerous gangs that were just starting out and didn't have enough money to terrorize New Pork. 

Despite being several years older than the trio, Hector suddenly appeared to look much smaller and meeker. [color=lightgray]“Well, no matter what this pamphlet says I'm confident that your journey will be safe and sound as [i]long[/i] as you follow the rules.”[/color] Hector turned to the side, brochure held in a death grip.

[color=lightgray]“And as long as you avoid… [i]them[/i].”[/color]

The final word of his sentence had an edge to it. A warning tinged with fear. Hector´s face hardened and recovered whatever roughness it had lost in the past few hours of bickering with teenagers and the elderly. [color=lightgray]“It´s not on your map, but near that city is a bad, bad place that you should stay away from. No one trusts each other enough to give a good report on how it looks like or what´s in there, but if during your travels you see anything too clean, run.”[/color]

[color=lightgray]"...And as for the pokemon that you'll encounter, Houstank has an abundance of poison types. There are steel types too in the junkyards, but you shouldn't go there at all!"[/color] The warning was meant for the whole group, but he stared at Harland and only Harland out of anticipating his reckless behavior.[/color]