**Kanto Region: Route 28**<br/><br/>Ugh. All this traveling sucked at times. The down side to his job was when he was off on his lonesome, though it was no job that led him here. He was free right now, free to wander as he pleased, and as his last job's completion left him in the area, he figured hey, why the hell not go off to Kanto? Chances were good some people out here knew of him, and that meant getting a job would be easy enough. If people didn't know him, about how reliable he was, well... they'd soon learn.<br/><br/>Besides new opportunities, he imagined that the new region might offer him a new challenge, and new experiences that would help him to grow. But for now, he was resting, and working on something.<br/><br/>A small cart, the sort that was often pulled by PokeMon but which was small enough for him to pull by hand with little difficulty, sat near by. Off to his right. Off to his left was a small wicker basket with some herbs and berries he'd picked along the way. In his lap was a small pestle and mortar, which he used to grind up the aforementioned items. To his right, between him and the cart, was a jug, and a small filter. He was crushing the juices from berries and herbs, and filtering the pulp.<br/><br/>What he was making was something one part health supplement, one part energy supplement. A source of vitamins and minerals, which he was adding to pure spring water, it was one of the things his mentor taught him to make. It was a good health supplement for a traveler like him, a slow-burning source of energy and nutrition that would keep him in top form. The fact it also tasted good (at least to him), thanks to the addition of mint, was a bonus.<br/><br/>It was getting dark out, and the location along the route he chose was close enough to the road for convenience for himself, but it also ensured he wouldn't be blocking the way for other travelers (or be noticeable right off the bat).  He was also in an area where wild PokeMon were not likely to bother him, so it made for a good resting spot; it was dusk, night would be coming soon.<br/><br/>He even had some wood set up in a small, stone lined pit on the ground. Dung and dry grass mixed into it meant that it would be slow burning and provide him plenty of light and heat long into the cold night. Some people might just have a Charmander or some other Fire PokeMon to provide their cooking fire and warmth, but not him; he did things the "old fashioned" way, preferring to rely on himself, on his own knowledge and talents,  rather than others.<br/><br/>It was deeply satisfying and rewarding in its own way for him, even if it was somewhat lonesome. Loneliness was something of a bitter friend to him that he's grown accustomed to in his travels, though who knows...fate, fickle thing that it is, might have other things in store for him tonight.