<div style="text-align: center"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(147, 101, 184)"><span style="font-size: 18px"><u>Thomas Wyse</u></span></span><br/>
<i><span style="font-size: 10px">The One with an aura of Kindness and Love</span></i><br/>
<span style="font-size: 10px">Guardians:<br/>
1). Artemis | 2). ??? | 3). ??? | 4). ??? | 5). ??? | 6). ??? </span>​</div><br/><br/>He blushed at little at Artemis's response. Still her words were touching. He hadn't met the other trainers but he was told he was the only one who wasn't rich.  He placed a hand on her shoulder and smiled. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(147, 101, 184)">Thank you Artemis. I'm tired but we're almost to the Inn, I can keep going if you can.</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 255, 255)">" he happily replied with a smile. Turning around he began to move again, but stopped when he smelled something burning. Then suddenly his vision was filled with smoke. Howling was heard in the distance and he froze as what appeared to be rough looking Gijinka step out of the small fog. His mind was panicking feeling a sudden pressure from a Snarl, what happened to Artemis!? He had only taken a few steps ahead of her, was she alright!? For the most part Kiara's plan was working, Thomas was afraid. Alone in the fog surrounded by possible danger. Maybe his Guardian had gotten hurt or was easily taken care of!</span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 255, 255)">No! Artemis was tough, she would be fine, he just felt she would. Two females approached him next, one of them wearing what appeared to be a cast. She tried to look fierce but Thomas couldn't help but notice her arm. He was demanded he handed over his money. Well truth be told he had used most of the starting funds to prepare for the trip. He stared into the eyes of Kiara unsure of what to do or say. Was she going out of her way to help her friend? Suddenly the fear of her attack, seemed to just roll off of his back as he found a bit of courage and pushed the fear away. "</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(147, 101, 184)">I-I don't...well...I mean...I've got about 1200 poke left if you want it.</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 255, 255)">" he finally spoke up to her. Now wasn't the time to be afraid! Artemis was probably holding her ground, so would he. "</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(147, 101, 184)">That's touching, I mean you don't have to go out of your way to, well uhh...get my attention. If your friend needs help for her broken arm that badly all you had to do was ask.</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 255, 255)">" taking a soft breath to calm his nerves he gave the Houndour Gijinka a compassionate smile as he began to rummage through his pockets. Pulling the few bills he had left in his wallet he held it out for her to grab. "</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(147, 101, 184)">I know it's not much but if your friend there needs medicine to help her arm heal then I'll gladly help. I'm sorry I wish I could do more. Oh wait I know! I have a few potions in my bag if you want those too, maybe they'll help?</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 255, 255)">"</span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 255, 255)">He jumped then when a female's voice shouted from within the fog. Nightfires? Blinking he gave Kiara a sort of confused look.  The voice declared that the turf was protected by a group called the Poison Half-Pints!? Wait was he and Artemis going to be in trouble too? They were passing through this forest after all, so maybe whomever was shouting would let them pass? Maybe he should be afraid, but Thomas was kind of curious. "</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(147, 101, 184)">Are they friends of yours?</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 255, 255)">" he asked Kiara turning his attention back to the one who had approached him in the fog. Hopefully Artemis would show up soon, he kind of wanted to get out of here. </span>