(quick)<br/><br/><br/><span style="color: darkgreen">Ah, so desu ka...</span>A village man said, listening to Naomi.<span style="color: darkgreen">Of us, Brollem is the only one here that's had Pokemon before.</span><br/><br/><span style="color: darkorange">Eee, true... the prospect of building a village here with just us was a frightening one to tell the truth.</span>A woman nodded, thinking back.<span style="color: darkorange">Brollem's three Pokemon made it safe.</span><br/><br/><span style="color: darkgreen">Made it possible, really.</span>Another woman agreed.<br/><br/>Brollem nodded a bit, gauging Aisha.<span style="color: red">Well, you may be surprised...</span>he muttered as she mentioned new breeds of Pokemon.<span style="color: red">That forest out there, past the festival grounds? Well... I'm a gym founder. I studied Pokemon at university, and I raised 'em for years. I know of about 600 species of Pokemon. Educated as I am, I know that what people called 'spirits' for thousands of years are just types of unknown Pokemon.</span>The large man clasped his empty bowl of rice between his big hands and rotated it, reflecting on something that troubled him.<span style="color: red">Before I came here, I was damn sure I had a good idea of the world and how it worked. Didn't believe in festivals or the power of shrines. </span>The large man's eyes fell upon the group, a sullen expression devoid of his usual mirth. He looked at the trainers with absolutely seriousness.<span style="color: red">There's something in that forest... and it ain't no Pokemon.</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>