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The aroma of apples wafted in the town square. It was the strongest smell from the bakery and was very popular among Pokemon. It was more like a cafe that many Pokemon hung around in. Explorers, merchants, and gangs of all kinds enjoyed the peaceful aura. A lot of gossip was spreading across the region, especially news on the bands of hostile Pokemon.
"I heard a Tribe of Bibarel was attacked recently. The poor group was robbed of everything. I guess these Pokemon called themselves the New Rule. It's a little worrisome, I hope someone will take care of the problem soon!" A Sunflora said to her friend.
The Ivysaur nodded in agreement. "My cousin was forced out of her home. Poor guy is having a tough time, he lost everything. And Pokemon in the dungeons have been getting rowdy as well. I'm almost frightened to leave my home sometimes."
More stories could be heard throughout the entire cafe. Another group was talking about forming a hunt.
"I think this would be a great idea. Dad would probably want us to. They always used to tell us stories about before.." Bonnie had a messy pie face.
Sandi scowled and wiped her sister's face off. "Stories. I think it's a little dangerous.. We've been a team for very long. Our name gets around but we're not invincible. Running off by ourselves is a bad idea." She bit into an apple.
"So why not ask people?" Dusk suggested reluctantly.