Jason awoke in the tree he had slept in as soon as the early morning sun had pierced through his eyelids. Grumbling he shifted in the grove of the branches he had made his bed not exactly ready to face the day yet. Alas, he opened his eyes, squinting at the rising sun as it shined through the thick canopy. "Another day, another battle," he mumbled to himself as he sat up, the small bundle of red on his chest jolting awake as he did so, the tail burning brightly as the small Charmander awoke from its deep slumber. "Morning Drogon, time for us to get moving, battles to win, and badges to earn. And you won't get stronger sleeping all day."<br/><br/>As he was about to move he heard a ruckus bellow him, the sound of a trainer ordering their pokemon in battle. Moving carefully he picked up Drogon and moved him over a little and climbed along the branches to where he could peak out the thick layer of leaves and see what was happening below. Brushing past the leaves he spotted a Rattata being enveloped in constrict, the creature fainting from the battle. He spotted the male trainer as well but stayed hidden, waiting for the person to leave before dropping to the ground and retrieving his gear from the bushes.<br/><br/>"Drogon, rest inside your ball until we are sure it's safe," Jason said to the Charmander who dropped behind him. Taking one of the few poke balls that hung at his waist and held it out, absorbing the Charmander into it. Before setting out though he changed his clothes, trading his previous day's wear from a black t-shirt with a white Pokeball on the back and some blue jeans. After sliding the backpack on he started to follow the trail left by the trainer. Knowing that it was a sign of civilization. He had only left the beaten path to help level up Drogon, but his late start had meant he had spent most of his time holed up in a tree trying to sleep. After following the trail he came across a clearing with a few tents proper up, marking the site as a camp, and for trainers, it seemed as he focused in on two males preparing stuff around the camp and a female approaching them from the forest line. he watched them from the tree line wondering if he should step out a say anything or proceed to the next area.<br/><br/>Deciding on needing help with Directions Jason stepped from the shadows of the forest and started to make his approach towards the trio of people, wondering what they were like. Though once he got closer the smell of food wafted from whatever they were cooking, causing his stomach to rumble a little bit. The last time he had eaten was when he had gotten off the boat at the dock which was before noon the previous day. Leaving his stomach growling from something to eat.