Cold Marshlands

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(Energy: 14)

Gauel looked out over the flat lands in front of him. Tall reeds and large lilypads grew out of the water that covered the area. He was already nearly up to his knees in water, and with how sparse dry land appeared to be here, he assumed he'd have to get used to the feeling.

Not that it was a bad one. The water was quite cool and relaxing, with barely a ripple to it. It was also surprising clear, the Treecko able to peer through the surface to the bottom below, unlike the murky waters he expected to come across.

However, he wasn't really here to sight-see. Before he'd get distracted by another sight, the Treecko began to trudge forward through the water, disturbing the still liquid and kicking up a bit of dirt from the bottom, leaving a trail of murky water behind him as the dirt slowly started to settle back.

Gauel grinned, tying the smaller bag to his own before facing the two Pokemon. "Then it's decided, let's go!" he said. He was quite interested in what might be in the mire that the Fletchling should investigate. Maybe it was a strong Pokemon or item for this war thing she spoke about. If anything, Gauel could probably help when it came to fighting. He definitely couldn't help with directions, seeing as how he started to walk in the opposite direction from the mire.

Arietta smiled warmly at Cana, trying to calm her nerves and showing a little glimpse of her usually much more joyful and energetic personality. She didn't want the Fennekin to feel like she wasn't wanted, especially when Arie would really appreciate her company more than anything else as she wasn't particularly a fan of the thought of dealing with Gauel on her own, even if Cana only provided moral support.

"Honestly, it's no trouble at all," she smiled before nodding to Gauel's words.