Aster smiled and rubbed the back of his neck. “Thanks Eclorian, and uh, maybe? If you’ve ever stopped by Camphrier Town then we might have crossed paths but I’d never really explored the rest of Kalos, er yet.” He added quickly to the end. 

As the Metagross approached, one of the pokeball on his belt opened up showing a sentient sword, the ribbon on the sheath grabbing onto Asters shoulder and lifted itself to become face to face with the steel/psychic type. “Oi Oi Saber! No starting anything!” 

“Anyways, Eclorian, since your not from around here like me does that mean your also part of this project? Any ideas on what we should do?”