A nudge... Soon came another... And then another, drawing a groan as the world suddenly started to come into view, and Tristan was being pulled up by a very anxious Tyrogue. "I'm up, I'm up." he mumbled cursing inwardly about the nature of the Tyrogue which he stereotyped to all fighting pokemon. Every mornig at the crack of dawn he would break out of his pokeball to wake Tristan up so they could look for people to fight. Something that Tristan didn't like to do, his love of exploring beig compromised to addressing the desires of his pokemon. Tristan looked being him to see the pond ripple softly with the wind as he remembered that he was on his way to Newbark, having wanted  to try to climb his way to Blackthorn even though it was said to be impossible. He arose rubbing the Tyrogue's head "Don't worry the strong always make their way to you." he said as he set his sights on his destination wanting to make good time.