Yolanda
*This place... Looked like it had seen better days.*

*With his back now to the ship that had dropped him off, the Minccino gripped the strap of his satchel tighter as he strode across the dock. This was... Wisterwood, if he remembered what his ship's captain had said correctly. Though these were only the docks- the actual town was further ahead, most likely.*

*Looking around, the boy could see the stark contrast of the place already; the port itself was rather lively, what with all the sailors and seafarers maintaining the place for incoming ships from other places. There were so many dilapidated shops around, though... It looked like the market here must have dried up and moved on.*

*That wasn't what he was here for, though.*

*Right now, he was in a completely foreign land all by himself- an idea that still very much shocked him- and he needed __information__. Perhaps some of the sailors here could help him out? There were other civilians that were coming in from the same ship as him and then some, but chances were they knew as much as he did...*

*If only he'd brought a book about this place.*
Amy
Meanwhile, for another nearby, even a book would've done fairly little to help. Barely being able to *Read* The language of the land you were in wasn't much fun...

It was for that reason that Ryavi had actually been around the docks for a couple *Hours,* Scarcely being able to read the directional signs that most others would only need a brief glance at. Couple that with *Mis*Reading them being quite easy, and you've got a recipe for endless confusion. With some languages, you could sometimes at least get an *Idea* Of what a word meant based on it sounding similar to something from your own. But in THIS translation work, it seemed like there was none of that to be *Found!*

...Okay, yeah. As much as he hated to admit it, he needed some navigational help. Most of the 'mons around here looked like they were rather in a hurry — lots more getting onto boats than off, it seemed. He'd probably need someone who had some actual time to spare and wouldn't mind helping out someone like him who couldn't follow written directions. Not many around here that looked to fit that description, but there WAS a young Minccino who seemed to be taking his time. Hard to imagine he'd be *Traveling* Alone, maybe he was a local? Worth a try.

"Aye, 'scuse me. 'Inccina?" He asked, calmly stepping up.
Yolanda
*By this point, Everett was leaning against one of the crates on the dock, clearly deep in thought to anyone passing by. Right now, he needed to find out just what kind of conflict was going on in Hecatia; someone around here might be able to shed light on that, but he might be better off going into town to find out...*

*Of course, his train of thought was completely derailed when the Typhlosion had walked up to him. The Minccino looked up with a jolt, and it wasn't hard to tell he didn't expect this.*

*Though from the looks of things... This man was probably a foreigner like he was. The heavy accent didn't sound like anything he's ever heard- and that was without even mentioning the battle scars and weapons. Definitely a 'mon who'd been through a lot, at first glance.*

*...Admittedly, Everett found that kind of cool. But he would have to answer eventually; staring was rude, after all.*

"Oh, ah..." *Everett looked up at the Typhlosion, still getting his bearings together.* "Can I help you, sir?"
Amy
"Yeah." He nodded, looking up and down the docks. "Ya woul'nt be from ar'and 'ere, would ya? 'Fraid I'm 'avin' trouble findin' 'e road inland. Ain't wahl-trained in 'is 'anguage, y'see."

Oddly enough, the Typhlosion had a quite relaxed tone given his appearance. Sure, his *Accent* Was deeper than the ocean floor, but it still had an audible levelness to it. Something the Minccino might've picked up on, given where he grew up.
Yolanda
*And he was, indeed, able to pick up on that much, at least. To be honest, he couldn't blame the Fire-type for asking; a teenager by themselves in a place like this would* Typically *Be a local, but that wasn't the case here. And that was also precisely why Everett couldn't do much to help this guy.*

"A-actually, I'm from offland. If anything, I'm just as clueless..." *He sighs with a hint of dismay.* "If you're looking for the next town, though, it might be straight ahead... I think."

*A proper map would likely be useful for the both of them right now; though even more concerning for Everett was where this guy came from. It must be someplace really far off...*
Amy
A rather confused look was his initial response. He hadn't seen anyone around that looked like they could be a teenage Minccino's parents, had he? And it didn't exactly seem to make sense for them to have *Left* Him here while they went to do something else. Was he here *Alone?*

Of course, it'd probably sound to some strange that *He,* Of all 'mons, was concerned about something like this. But just because his people knew a lot of violence didn't mean that weren't concerned about SAFETY! It's not like they let teenagers of... Hm, maybe the Minccino was fourteen or fifteen? Head off *Overseas alone.* So...?

"...Ah. Raight, wahl... 'at *'elps,* Yeah. But, eh..." The Typhlosion paused for another moment to look around. *There really WEREN'T any other Minccino around?* Not many 'mons of that size in general. "...Aye, ya ain't 'ere *Yaself* 'en, are ya?"