The Grand Watcher and the Grand Conserve looked at each other. The Grand Watcher nodded and rose from the table and left the room without anyone saying anything. The Grand Conserve and Admiral began to write onto the papers they had in front of them. The Master General glanced over at what both of them were writing and then lifted his head back toward Tristan.
	"Mr. Aeros, how often does this happen to your Xatu?" the Grand Conserve asked without looking up from what she was writing. Her voice was a rough and low alto, which helped pinpoint her age. She didn't ask any further questions as she seemed to note down whatever Tristan said.
	"They will be provided to you before you leave," the Grand Colonel said with a slow nod. His voice was low, gravely, as if he should cough.
	"Speaking of which," the Master General started. "You'll both head out first thing tomorrow, if not sooner. Please use any and all resources we have here to prepare as much as you feel you need to. If you need a room to sleep, I will make one for you as soon as possible. Questions?"
	The Master General's demeanor was certainly different than before. He was serious and authoritative, but not harsh. He commanded respect, he didn't demand it. This was one of the reasons he was elected at the Master of Hoenn.
	Forrest sat in silence and didn't move at all. None of his Pokemon were out of the Pokeballs and he simply looked forward with a face of dejected determination. He shook his head after Tristan responded.