**Pewter City**<br/><br/>Their footsteps echoed loudly through the empty museum halls. The polished floor underfoot only amplifying each and every movement they made. Around them, vast displays of various sorts stood behind ropes or in glass cases, each labeled with stories about how they were discovered or strange legends associated with each piece. The guard walking in front of Samuel and Al glanced over his shoulder as they moved past a large fossil of a dragon.<br/><br/>"So, what brings you two here then?" He asked, curious.<br/><br/>Samuel answered immediately. "I don't suppose you hosted our young Professor Oak at any point today, have you?"<br/><br/>"Why no." The security guard shook his head. "I can read the guest book, but I don't believe she signed in."<br/><br/>Samuel sighed. "That's alright. I'll ask in her stead. I've been meaning to find out if you or anyone in the museum knows anything about Lamia's Feather."<br/><br/>The security guard raised an eyebrow. "A feather? Is it a fossil?"<br/><br/>"No." Samuel shook his head. "It's said to be the feather from the wing of a fallen angel. I've heard that it contains a great amount of sacred energy, the remnants of what the angel was before it perished."<br/><br/>"Hmmm... That's very interesting, but I can't say that I've seen anything like that." The group stopped in front of a counter, behind which was a closed door. "I'll get the curator to talk to you about it. She knows a great deal of legends and lore about the Jhoto and Kanto regions. She might be able to help you. One moment." The guard slipped behind the counter and slipped inside the room beyond.<br/><br/>"It's just as I suspected." Samuel rubbed his chin. "This is likely a legend that hasn't gotten a great deal of publicity. I myself was fortunate to hear anything at all about it."