Dawkin Trustram
Dawkin's mood fell a little at Joshua's next questions. What was wrong with him? Why did he want to stop them? Here he thought he'd found someone that respected him, at least a little. But it was just another person that looked through him. Joshua's tone may be heated, but Dawkin's response was full of cold scorn. "Don't treat me like a child. I never said the planet would cater to my whims so don't get all pretentious acting like I did. If some freak sandstorm crept up on me I could tunnel into a sand dune with my Pokémon or create a mud ball to keep myself safe. As for finding my way home, the sands may be constantly changing but I think you'll find the stars provide a suitably constant frame of reference for getting where I need to go." Had Dawkin been planning on memorizing the stars that led to town? Well he hadn't, but Joshua didn't know that. Besides, the sun was probably a pretty easy point of reference anyway, if worst came to worst he wasn't above remembering a few stars.
"So I'd be fine, without your help. Just like I've been before meeting you, just like I'll be after. Besides, what are you going to do, stop me? Tch. I'm leaving to explore the dessert tomorrow at sunrise. You can meet me at the edge of town or whatever Amelia." Dawkin said angrily. He carefully put down enough Poke dollars on the table to pay for what he had eaten and began walking out. He would have thrown it, but then the waiter would've had to collect it, and Dawkin's grievance lay only with Joshua. Leaving money for a meal Joshua was supposed to paying for was a pointed insult at best, but Dawkin wasn't feeling very charitable. He liked Joshua and he'd been very informative, but Dawkin couldn't stand being looked down on like that. Hadn't Joshua just said that Dawkin's decision should be respected? Dawkin helped out Martin at the start of his adventure from a swarm of Pokémon. Dawkin had escaped from two members of Team Amethyst who had tried to hunt him down and murder him. Dawkin had caught Pichu, a rare pokemon, out from beneath the vengeful eye of a Sawsbuck. All within just a few days of travelling. Given he was left to his own devices Dawkin would take a careful look at the stars above the town before finding a place to sleep.