Looks like whatever happened got resolved, much to his relief. He really did not want to be a part of whatever the hell that wasâ€¦.<br/><br/>Before Sammy could even say anything about staying at their little camp, whether he had been invited or not, Serafine had suddently jumped from his arms, landed as graceful as a cat and yawning, shaking her fur. Flareons had such interesting fur in his opinion. And in general he felt they were more catlike despite their appearance, he thought watching her walk towards the fire. Looks like she has made the decision for him to stay at the camp, making it final that he would be staying for awhile. He shrugged and followed her and the rest of the group, not really caring either way. The two of them, including Raâ€™al, were tired. â€œAt the base of Mt Moon? How far is that?â€ He inquired, looking to the older man and then at the girl who offered to share her map. It was needless to say that Sammy was a little embarrassed that he didnâ€™t have a map so it was reliving to know that there were people here willing to share theirs.<br/><br/>Brock was a touchy subject with him and he couldnâ€™t help but keep silent when the other trainers were sharing their experiences. How embarrassing it would be to come right out and say â€˜oh yeah, I lost against him the first time.â€™ Sammy wasnâ€™t much for embarrassment, didnâ€™t handle it well. He lowered his head a bit more when it was mentioned Misty used water types. Thank Arceus for Chikoritaâ€¦ Sammy would be completely screwed without that little guy. Good thing the confident, though tired, look on Serafineâ€™s face helped back up any embarrassment. The two truly were partners in the end.<br/><br/>When they all returned to the fire, he sat his bag down and slowly sat against a tree, next to the spot where Serafine made herself comfortable. He pated the Flareon lazily on the top of her head, â€œYeahâ€¦ I got through Brock alright,â€ He was a terrible liar, if that wasnâ€™t obvious. Raâ€™al pretty much had to solo Onixâ€¦ that was rough on the little green PokÃ©mon.<br/><br/>He wasnâ€™t a huge fan of Zubats either. The more he thought about it the more he felt it was easier just to travel with these people in the morning. At that thought he looked around at the group; it was a misfit bunch of people but somehow Sammy felt a strange sense of home here. Just a bunch of kids, away from their home, sitting in front of the fire with one goal in mind â€“but in the end they were just like the rest of the trainers he has encountered, right? He would see soon enough. â€œBlackthorn City?â€ Sammy spoke out when somewhere familiar was mentioned, â€œIâ€™m from Mahogany Town, interestingly enough, been to Blackthorn once or twice. I canâ€™t say Iâ€™m a fan of having to go through the ice cave, but Blackthornâ€™s a fairly nice place. Goes to show this is a small world, huh?â€<br/><br/>Being unwelcome was never pleasant, but they didnâ€™t seem to mind his company... From what he could tell anyway. For all he knew they could be looking to steal all his stuff or something. Even if he didnâ€™t really have anything of value save for his little two man team, he was still a little wary. Before his adventure he was known to get along well with people, not he keeps to himself and doesnâ€™t trust easily. When one thought of it, it was a little silly. He acts like this adventure, even if he just started it a month ago, was one huge change and turned him into one of those hard souls.<br/><br/>The reality of it was Samuel often wished he was a hard soul. He was still young and had his whole life ahead of him, sometimes he just pretends. Even if he smiled while pretending, most of the time.