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The mid-day sun was high in the sky, overlooking the small town of Grassveil as the many Pokémon that lived there, that weren’t feral of course, went about their normal jobs and the like. One of these busy little Pokémon was Xavier, the zigzagoon seemed to move as his species suggested, in a zig zag pattern as he looked around, “Nothing yet, maybe I can find something in a dungeon?...naw…those places are supposed to be rough…grrr, I’m so conflicted!” He seemed to be looking for something, but by the look of it he has had no luck gaining anything of value, mostly trying to ‘pick-up’ something but with no real luck as he sniffed the ground, not paying attention to where he was going.