Devon the Totodile and Brick the Poliwrath[Town Path - F7]
The fluster that over took Ember once she was casually elected by Lilisette to lead the party caused Devon to smirk and roll his eyes. Once Selena looked over at him, he quickly nodded and walked up to give Ember a reassuring light slug in the side. "Come on, don't put yourself down like that dude. You were pretty good at leading the charge against the thief yesterday."
Gesturing to the narrow hall to his right, the blue crocodile leaned in close to the Quilava and shook her a bit. "How about you lead for a bit, and then I'll switch in when you want me to? That way we can both have some experience with this."
Snapping a claw, the human turned Pokémon struck a pose and pointed out into the dungeon. "Lead on, Ember!"
About an hour later...
[Folio's Trunk - Waypoint]
After a rather uneventful trek through the length of the giant tree's trunk, Team Horizon, along with Brick, arrived at the large moss covered room that marked the divide between the Town Path and the Treacherous Roots. The large room had an oddly dome shaped roof, the interior smooth wood walls marked with the writings and small doodles left by passerbys. Evidence of a recent camp fire in the form of charred wood logs lay in a pile of ash near the center of the room. A large gaping hole shaded by overhanging moss lay on the far side of the room from the group, while on their left, was a carved wood arch that lead out into the heated sands of the Sand Continent proper.
While no more worse for wear than he already was, the brown spiked Totodile rubbed the sole of his left foot a bit before turning his head towards the various claw and charcoal marks on the walls. A crude sketch of what looked to be some sort of long necked Pokémon with an orb on the end of it's tail caused him to stare bit dumbly. Shaking his head, his brown eyes then shifted to the front at the sound of a grunt.
Their Poliwrath guide and slipped in front of the kids wordlessly, his unwavering glare remaining as he pointed a gloved finger towards the exit of the tree. "Alright guys, I know it hasn't been that....Exciting so far. Usually the Town Path has more varied terrain and hostile Pokémon, but never the less you're doing fine. We can break here for a bit and give you a bit of time to look over your gear and prep if you want, the desert isn't nearly as forgiving as this Dungeon has been."
"Works for me. My feet are starting to hurt." Sighing in a bit of relief, the Water-type then smiled before waddling around to face everyone. The three glittering stones embedded in the Looplet on his wrist shimmering. "I can't believe we've made it this far and had such good luck! We've picked up a bunch of coins, a bunch of Emeras, those Confusion Wands...." Putting a clawed hand to his head, he deflated a bit, groaning. "I really wish I wouldn't have stepped on one of those things. My heads still spinning. Anyways, should we break or nah?"
Glyph the Flygon[Folio Town - Glyde's House]
The cry at the door was met with a small gasp, and the rapid sounds of tiny feet scuttling across wood flooring. "Ah! I got it I got it!"
The solid wood door with the stylised carving of a Dragonair on it shuddered a bit. Squeaking grunts coming from the other side, despite there being no one visible in the small window near the top of the door. The knob soon clicked, and the door swung back. The Trapinch attached to the interior handle of the door via it's large mouth flailing a bit before falling to the floor onto it's back with a tiny cry. "OW! I really wish I had hands...."
Rolling onto it's side, the little orange Mon blinked it's starry eyes at the two much larger Pokémon at the door, and put a stubby leg to his chin. "Whoooa. Are you guys from Uncle Glyph's Guild?"
Fast as lighting, a pair of green hands reached down to pluck the young Trapinch off of the floor, and raise him up to the green face of worry belonging the Flygon. "Glen, are you alright? You must stop jumping at the door like that! One of these times, that fall will..."
Glyph's lecture was soon cut short as his stern red glass stare drifted away from the wide eyed face of his nephew. His domed eyes growing wide at the sight of the badger in the doorway. "Oh....Oh my goodness."
The large green Dragon awkwardly bent down to put the Trapinch softly on the floor next to him, before stand up hesitantly taking a step forwards to lean out onto the porch. The Guildmaster appeared to be at a loss for words as his maw went agape, swallowing before he finally got his speech together. "Pepper? Is that truly you? Have you come back?"