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Siccor the Litwick
Was this the place? Grassveil town? Sure it had to be, right? Siccor glanced up ahead. Well it certainly had buildings and other Pokemon. So it had to be it. He had been told of this place from others, and he figured it would be a great place to try to set himself up for success... hopefully. To him, the town looked well enough, not massively large, but still probably bigger than most he had been to.
Siccor puffed himself up as best a candle could, and proceeded forth. Unfortunately, it wasn't long before he inevitably got lost. Well, he did find the Cafe, but that was closed. So much for that. On the bright side however, someone once said that getting lost and exploring were synonymous. He'd find his way around eventually... maybe...
Normally because of his short stature, he'd have to worry about being stepped on, but with all the life in the town, the flame atop his head was rather quite large. Others actually had to steer clear, or might accidentally get burned, to which Siccor was constantly apologizing profusely. A large flame was a nice feeling, but this was a tad excessive.
Eventually he stopped, realizing he had done a full circle. Now was a good time to ask for directions. He turned to a random passerby and asked, "Ex-excuse me?" he'd pause for a moment, before resuming, this time with a more confident appearance, "Excuse me, but I'm a little lost. Could you help me?" Admitting he was lost was something Siccor did not want to do, but at this rate, it was probably for the best.
Hopefully his request would be answered.