[color=9ACD32][b]"Why would someone steal from farms? If they're hungry...can't they do things for money to get the food?"[/b][/color]

Fio's question was innocent, naïve even. And yet, Gale still couldn't help but be distracted thinking about it. [color=6CB0FF]"...Maybe they could,"[/color] Gale answered her back. He wasn't all that worldly himself, but he'd taken in some of the country's sights and sounds. [color=6CB0FF]"I think sometimes that's what this is for some pokémon. 'Just another way to get money for food...' maybe."[/color]

Gale wasn't actually too sure of his own answer. Unlike Ting, he wasn't really robbed or taken advantage of on his journey. He probably had Hurricane and his endless lectures on not trusting strangers to thank for that. He doesn't really know what drives a person to steal. As for Ting... Ting probably didn't want to linger on it, either. Gale retreated back into his own thoughts again, trying and failing to find another topic to shift to. This really wasn't his strong suit.

[color=6CB0FF]"...Well. It won't be dark when we get there, at least. The road looks familiar,"[/color] Gale chimed in, figuring to just go back to the topic of discussion from before. He still wasn't actually sure the road really [i]did[/i] look familiar, but at the very least they weren't going the wrong way. [color=6CB0FF]"Let's hurry a little,"[/color] he said back to the other two, hastening his pace so the party would speed up.

Eventually, the day would reach the gloom of sundown. The sky was painted a beautiful orange, heralding the day's incoming end. It was fortunate, then, that the orchards were in sight at the same time. Even from afar the trio could see the linings of trees, a host of all kinds of fruits and berries. Drawing closer, though, it became clear that there wasn't actually much blue present in its landscape. It seemed more red and pink. The grass types working the fields were tending to all manner of apples and Pecha berries, but very little in the way of Oran berries. Most of them seemed to engrossed to be paying much mind to the party as they rolled up, even if Gale kept his eye out for anybody to talk to. As his gaze shifted around, he spotted the Pokémon closest the trio; a Sceptile, straw hat on his head, tinkering with the wheel of a wagon. He also took note of a broken bit of fencing, a slight ways away from the shed the party was approaching. It sure did [i]look[/i] like some kind of trouble had been stirred up here.

Gale looked back at his part, doing his signature 'thinking' pose before opening his mouth. [color=6CB0FF]"We got here a little late... I think I'll ask that Pokémon over there for some information. Do you think you two could ask around on the field? Given the hour, they might almost be done,"[/color] Gale asked his party. It was a sound course of action, to him. If work was about to be wrapped up, then these Pokémon could probably afford a few moments to answer some questions. [color=6CB0FF]"I'll ask to see if we can get a place to stay in return for our help, too."[/color] 

Having said his piece to his partners, Gale split off from the group to approach the distinctive Sceptile he took note of. The little tippy tapping of Gale's feet on the wooden planks seemed to reach their ears, given that the Pokémon shot a look in Gale's direction. Having been spotted, Gale blinked a couple times and... awkwardly waved. He froze up a little, figuring out a little too late he didn't really know what to say or do in this situation. Then he remembered something and reached for his travelling bag, ruffling around in it and taking out the wooden emblem he got from Kick. He waddled a bit closer and held it up over his head with both paws to let the Sceptile take a look at it.

[color=6CB0FF]"...I'm here to help."[/color] 

...Maybe Gale... [i]shouldn't[/i] have suggested he be the one to talk to the head honcho after all.