Just as Gavin had gone to push the door open, a Swampert reached out and yanked him inside. One by one, the Swampert opened the door, yanked someone inside, and slammed it again until Gavin, Magma, Gren, and the war-painted Aron stood side by side in the guildmaster's room, smooth jazz playing from a record player in the corner. The guildmaster stood before them adjusting his bowtie, a pair of upside-down 3D glasses perched on his face. He spoke in an energetic, carefully-controlled chaos of words while waving a very strange machine in their faces. The guildmaster referred to Gavin as Spruce and asked if he remembered turning into a bird. He couldn't say that he did.

	Gavin had half a mind to snatch his stick back when the guildmaster took it, but he was too intimidated to do so. A moment later, however, the stick wedged itself back into his bag - but only after being thrown across the room and ricocheting off the record player. The guildmaster introduced himself as Breen Torrents, a music enthusiast, comic book collecting, dragon-loving Swampert who was sometimes known as the Oncoming Storm. "I'm your guildmaster! You’re my new VERY important, wicked special team. Do as I tell you. Don't ask stupid questions. Any questions?"

	Magma and Gren practically jumped at the idea of joining the guild. The war-painted Aron was furious at being called "edgy". And Gavin, he was wondering how he had gotten himself into this mess. He had come to Treasure Town to buy food food, and that was it. There had been no plans on getting his bag stolen, no plans on meeting these people, and certainly no plans on spontaneously joining a guild.

	"Actually," he said, glancing at the others, "I'm not... you know... joining the guild. I was just returning this. The Magmemite left it behind." He gave the guildmaster Hudson's oversized bag. Inside it were several stolen bags, themselves full of various items, maps, and trinkets collected over the years by explorers. The door behind him opened. A Cutiefly peeked inside and asked if this was the right place to join the guild. In the distance, Gavin heard an an indignant squawk and a horribly off-key song about spinning.